Good Dank Cifras

[Intro]
C#m     A
   Yeah
C#m
   Ten steps ahead of these niggas
A
 That's why they fuck with me instead of these niggas
C#m      A
   Fool
                       F#m
Kush and orange juice, nigga
          G#m
I'm tryna use better words...
C#m
Bitch
A
 Jerm on the boards
C#m                                        A
   This time around we want all the money
C#m
   You niggas short changin' and shit
A
 Show somethin'
F#m
   Champagne and E-Z widers
G#m
   Presidential views
 
 
[Verse 1]
 C#m                                       A
I   keeps it real, nothin' like you actors do
 
Joints I flick
            C#m
Bomb raps I kicks off
 
Can't rip this off
            A
Tag on your mattress, fool
                C#m
You'd rather be high
 
This that shit, bitch
               A
Now you in the presence of the fly
               F#m
Louis cover my eyes
 
Not them hundred dollar Ray-Bans
G#m
Fam, these 675
        C#m
Rap ass niggas tellin you lies
                          A
Runnin' game, some things money just can't disguise
                           C#m
That's why keepin' it G is where I keep my pride
                                 A
You a lame, cause I'm good wit a couple niggas who ride
 
Look fella
C#m
   Trees yellin'
 
Just by the smell you can tell us
A
Chronic I smoke hella
 
My pockets want mozzarella
F#m
   Your bitch here twistin' up like propellers
G#m
Got my paper right
                                       C#m
Now we like white boy hair the way they   jeal-ous
 
 
[Hook]
 
When we come we came to spend money
   A                                                         C#m
We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin' their hoes
                                           A
She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank
                                               C#m
Then go back to my place don't ask you already know
 
Ain't worried 'bout another nigga
                 A
While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time
F#m                                                  G#m
   Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side
                           C#m     A
But they don't wanna see me   fly
                       C#m      A
They don't wanna see me   fly
                  C#m
The life is all I know
                    A
To live this way, I chose
                  F#m
Grindin' paid its toll
 
Oh, oh
         G#m
Now everywhere I go I fly
 
 
[Verse 2]
C#m
   Most of my bitches use and abuse
      A
These niggas, call it making 'em pay they dues
                  C#m
Spendin' all your hard-earned money on bags and shoes
              A
When all they really need is kush and orange juice
 
Shit, that's what I feed 'em
C#m
   They download my songs
 
Watch my interviews and read 'em
A
 Treat her like you love her
 
I fuck her once then I don't need her
F#m
   I'm playin'
 
I keep a couple of them skinnies
       G#m
That I hit up anytime I'm in they city
                      C#m
Shorty, I ain't on no sports team, but ya nigga ballin
                 A
Don't pick up my line less I see its money callin'
                     C#m
Jordan shorts by the pair and my socks is Ralph Lauren
               A
And I got that there from my nigga down New Orleans
C#m  A
     Real as they come, every one of my niggas all in
F#m                                               G#m
   Niggas'll talk slick, but me I'm gettin to the paper
 
Cause they see us and act like they never hated
C#m
   Gang, gang
 
 
[Hook]
 
When we come we came to spend money
   A                                                        C#m
We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin their hoes
                                           A
She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank
                                               C#m
Then go back to my place don't ask you already know
 
Ain't worried 'bout another nigga
                 A
While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time
F#m                                                  G#m
   Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side
                           C#m     A
But they don't wanna see me   fly
                       C#m      A
They don't wanna see me   fly
                  C#m
The life is all I know
                    A
To live this way, I chose
                  F#m
Grindin' paid its toll
 
Oh, oh
         G#m          C#m   A
Now everywhere I go I fly
 
 
[Tag]
                         C#m             A
Taylor gang in this bitch   you a fool
                C#m                        A
Big bags of kush,  put a x in the middle
                    F#m        G#m
Add the orange juice   nigga
 
 
[Outro]
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