Chords for Win or Lose
Tempo:
91.5 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
Am
D
A
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[B] It's real.
Right.
That's right.
[Am] Woo!
Feel it baby.
Another day, another dollar, it's [Am] about getting money.
out in the cold, hustling for so long.
aw shit, he's so good.
Right.
That's right.
[Am] Woo!
Feel it baby.
Another day, another dollar, it's [Am] about getting money.
out in the cold, hustling for so long.
aw shit, he's so good.
100% ➙ 92BPM
Bm
Am
D
A
B
Bm
Am
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] It's real.
It [Bm] is.
Right.
_ [Am] Right.
Oh.
[D] _ _
_ _ That's right.
So [Bm] good.
_ _ [Am] Woo!
_ _ [D] _ _
Feel it baby.
Feel it baby.
Yes.
_ _ [Bm]
Another day, another dollar, it's [Am] about getting money.
Then you can give me a holler, [D] my nose runny.
I've been out in the cold, hustling for so long.
My hands numb, bet I feel that paper hit my [Bm] palm.
It's like, aw shit, he's so good.
Holy , it's a bit long, time to go [Am] shopping.
For cars, not fashion.
[D] I wish be the ball my clothes, be the same that we had on.
Fuck looking cute, say that for the [Bm] broad.
It's the AJP yo, CW [Am] low.
Knock, knock, answer that, I'm [D] flapping through the people.
Body twelves, pay lawyers, so we beat those.
Get locked, gettin' slut and lead the [Bm] Co.
We the only niggas you know, that fuck they [Am] POs.
They push our files to the top.
We [D] still on parole, we got, money to roll.
No time for penitentiaries, too much dollars be four.
It's folding out our [Bm] jeans
Here I go [Am] again, brother I [D] lose
But losing ain't an option girl
My destination is top of the world
[Bm] Top of the world
Here I go [Am] again, here I _ [D] lose
But losing ain't an option girl
My destination is top of the world
[Bm] Top of the world
Y'all like bitches, the chit [Am]-chatterin'
Stay not liking it, nigga, [D] from giving that to em
Have don't change for no chick
And they adapt to em
Never get through with you niggas, I end up [Bm] lapping em
Federal, no fetish
You fuck with my [Am] niggas, Franklin and Grant
Get your ass [D] land with the quickness
Y'all niggas is finished
You overdosing the world with that cute shit
It's time for this [Bm] realness
Here I go again, letting the mat [Am] blow
Love's bubbling up in your [D] stomach like lactose
I'm a dig so they put it up in the backbone
For real, put it on there like a track that I [Bm] rapped on For real
We outlive labels and [Am] distributors
We run laps around, ayy, [D] artists on your payroll
They hop up in the red roll
Jet black with the black rims
Killing yo bitch in the [Bm] A-hole
Here I go [Am] again
Whether I [D] lose or win
But losing ain't an option girl
My destination is top of the world
[Bm] Top of the world
Here I go [Am] again
Here I go [D] again
But losing ain't an option girl
My destination is top of the world
[Bm] Top of the world
Here I go [Am] again
Whether I [D] win or _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
Here I go [Am] again
Here I [Bm] go again
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [A] [Bm] Here I go again
_ [Am] Here I go again
Here I go again
_ [Bm] _
_ _ [B] It's real.
It [Bm] is.
Right.
_ [Am] Right.
Oh.
[D] _ _
_ _ That's right.
So [Bm] good.
_ _ [Am] Woo!
_ _ [D] _ _
Feel it baby.
Feel it baby.
Yes.
_ _ [Bm]
Another day, another dollar, it's [Am] about getting money.
Then you can give me a holler, [D] my nose runny.
I've been out in the cold, hustling for so long.
My hands numb, bet I feel that paper hit my [Bm] palm.
It's like, aw shit, he's so good.
Holy , it's a bit long, time to go [Am] shopping.
For cars, not fashion.
[D] I wish be the ball my clothes, be the same that we had on.
Fuck looking cute, say that for the [Bm] broad.
It's the AJP yo, CW [Am] low.
Knock, knock, answer that, I'm [D] flapping through the people.
Body twelves, pay lawyers, so we beat those.
Get locked, gettin' slut and lead the [Bm] Co.
We the only niggas you know, that fuck they [Am] POs.
They push our files to the top.
We [D] still on parole, we got, money to roll.
No time for penitentiaries, too much dollars be four.
It's folding out our [Bm] jeans
Here I go [Am] again, brother I [D] lose
But losing ain't an option girl
My destination is top of the world
[Bm] Top of the world
Here I go [Am] again, here I _ [D] lose
But losing ain't an option girl
My destination is top of the world
[Bm] Top of the world
Y'all like bitches, the chit [Am]-chatterin'
Stay not liking it, nigga, [D] from giving that to em
Have don't change for no chick
And they adapt to em
Never get through with you niggas, I end up [Bm] lapping em
Federal, no fetish
You fuck with my [Am] niggas, Franklin and Grant
Get your ass [D] land with the quickness
Y'all niggas is finished
You overdosing the world with that cute shit
It's time for this [Bm] realness
Here I go again, letting the mat [Am] blow
Love's bubbling up in your [D] stomach like lactose
I'm a dig so they put it up in the backbone
For real, put it on there like a track that I [Bm] rapped on For real
We outlive labels and [Am] distributors
We run laps around, ayy, [D] artists on your payroll
They hop up in the red roll
Jet black with the black rims
Killing yo bitch in the [Bm] A-hole
Here I go [Am] again
Whether I [D] lose or win
But losing ain't an option girl
My destination is top of the world
[Bm] Top of the world
Here I go [Am] again
Here I go [D] again
But losing ain't an option girl
My destination is top of the world
[Bm] Top of the world
Here I go [Am] again
Whether I [D] win or _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
Here I go [Am] again
Here I [Bm] go again
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [A] [Bm] Here I go again
_ [Am] Here I go again
Here I go again
_ [Bm] _