Real Estate Chords by Wiz Khalifa

_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ [G#] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ Y'all already know what it is [F] man.
_ _ _ [Gm] If they wanna know [G#] my name they look up and see a [C#] gang.
_ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
_ _ [F] Uh, _ _ _ it's not [Gm] a problem [G#] we spend the change.
[Fm] _
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
[C#] Got the pedal to the metal when I pull out the garage.
And feeling them at all [F] these niggas a mirage.
Handling my fears [G] like a full body [G#] massage.
Hands [C#] on.
Niggas gone hate, hoes want a menage.
Cops fuck with me hoping to get a charge.
[Fm] All I'm sleeping ain't mad, fucking is [F] cause I'm [Gm] hard.
If there's one thing [G#] I know it's smoking [Fm] and living large.
[C#] Got me speeding down the interstate.
See what I'm eating wanna piece up off my dinner plate.
[F] Hey, she fucking me cause I win a [Gm] race.
[G#] Plus I ain't deep I'm rolling re-work out bigger [C#] cake.
Wait, I'm talking fast car big estate.
Money coming cash plus in the [Fm] bank.
Nigga don't believe me throw it in your [Gm] face.
[G#] Bitch I'm in the building [Fm] like real estate.
I'm still [C#] a sack, still a throw it in the bank.
I'm a zip code and a damn big gang.
[Fm] I'm getting money, shit big.
[Gm] Coming, coming, blank, [G#] practice, climbing.
And a damn big money.
_ [C#] _ I'm straight, right, when you get money.
Motherfuckers gone [Fm] hate, hate.
Find the best bitch, you get a [F] number.
I don't even [Gm] call her.
_ [G#] Feel like a million dollars.
With me naked they should [C#] put my face up on a million dollar bill. _ _
Cause that's how I [Fm] feel.
Cause that's how I feel. _ _
[Gm] _ _ [G#] _ _ With me [C#] naked they should put my face up on a million dollar bill.
_ Cause that's how [F#] I feel.
_ [Fm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ [C#] Balling's not a hobby, it's my occupation.
Holes on my dick, that's my confirmation.
[F] Couple stars with me, that's a constellation.
[Gm] Jackson's, [G#] Grants, Benji's, that's my conversation.
[C#] Touch the pedal once, it look like I'm racing.
Eyes Chinese, smoke like I'm [Fm] Jamaican.
BF rolling, doobies up and [Gm] facing.
Twelve [G#] bottles of rosé, I'm on some gang [C#] shit.
Getting all this shit cake crumbling, ain't nothing.
Call them little niggas, I take from them.
Laughing [F] my way all the way to the bank.
Try to [Gm] talk but they can't.
[G#] They just stand there with this staring, hate, [C#] mumbling.
What you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbing.
Thought it kinda hot, now it's safe to say [Fm] we bubbling.
Pouring it on the [F] zip lock all [Gm] day.
[G#] Another city, state, another meal to make.
I'm still [C#] the same, I'm in a happy place.
I'm a city pro, ain't a damn thing.
Day to [Fm] night, I'm getting money.
Get your shit big, coming, [Gm] coming.
Life hurts, [G#] it's growing, ain't a damn thing.
Money, [C#] nah, _ I'm straight.
When you getting money, motherfuckers go, hey, [Fm] hey.
Find the best bitch and get her number.
I don't [Gm] even call her, [G#] call her.
Feel like a million dollars.
When they make [C#] your dick shit, put my face up on the million dollar bill, dollar bill.
[A#m] That's just how I feel, yup, that's just how [Fm] I feel, yup.
_ [Gm] When [G#] _ _
they [C#] make your dick shit, put my face up on the million dollar bill, dollar bill.
Feel, let the sky [Fm] feel, yeah, let the sky feel, yeah
Let the sky [Gm] feel, yeah, let [G#] the sky feel, yeah, hey
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