2 Chainz – Bigger Than You feat. Drake & Quavo

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2 Chainz – Bigger Than You feat. Drake & Quavo Chords and Lyrics

Artist : 2 Chainz, Drake & Quavo
Song : Bigger Than You

[Intro] : Quavo & 2 Chainz
  B           G#m                    A       F#
Yeah, VIP my squad (yeah), drop off all the gang (yeah)
B        G#m           A        F#
VIP the lane (skrrt), VIP the chain (squad)
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
  B      G#m                          A       F#
VIP my squad (yeah, squad), drop off all the gang (yeah)
B        G#m                 A        F#
VIP the lane (skrrt, yeah), VIP the chain

[Chorus] : Quavo & 2 Chainz
B                  G#m
Uh, yeah, baller alert
                         A         F#
Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (brrrrp)
B                 G#m
Uh, yeah, follow alert
                          A            F#
Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked
B                       G#m
Uh, yeah, profit come first
                       A         F#
I whip the baby, the baby gon' birth (whip it)
B                       G#m
Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (woo)
                              A         F#
I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh
B                     G#m                   A         F#
This shit bigger than you (hey), I'm takin' on a new path (uh)
B                          G#m
Making them bricks take a bath (woo)
            A            F#
Lil biddy bitch, do the math (yeah)
B                   G#m
Lil nigga, who are you? (who you, yeah)
          A     F#
Must be bulletproof (brrrp)
B                      G#m
This shit bigger than you (it big)
           A           F#
This shit bigger than you

[Verse 1] : 2 Chainz
B        G#m                            A    F#
Chain so big, should have came with a kick stand
B          G#m          A           F#
Fuck with me, I got a retainer on a hit man (bop)
B           G#m                  A         F#
Barely came up out the mud like quicksand (barely)
B                       G#m                     A         F#
I show you how to get millions, nigga, that's a mil plan, now
B                    G#m                        A         F#
Uh, yeah, ring the alarm, Cartier bracelets on all of my arms
B                  G#m                           A        F#
Uh, yeah, halo my son, in the wheelchair, and I still perform (uh)
B                G#m                               A             F#
I don't make excuses, you know that I'm hungry, I still got the juice (uh)
B                      G#m              A         F#
You settle down like a Cleo, I settle down like a boost

[Chorus] : Quavo & 2 Chainz
B                  G#m
Uh, yeah, baller alert
                         A         F#
Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (brrrrp)
B                 G#m
Uh, yeah, follow alert
                          A            F#
Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked
B                       G#m
Uh, yeah, profit come first
                       A         F#
I whip the baby, the baby gon' birth (whip it)
B                       G#m
Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (woo)
                              A         F#
I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh
B                     G#m                   A         F#
This shit bigger than you (hey), I'm takin' on a new path (uh)
B                          G#m
Making them bricks take a bath (woo)
            A            F#
Lil biddy bitch, do the math (yeah)
B                   G#m
Lil nigga, who are you? (who you, yeah)
          A     F#
Must be bulletproof (brrrp)
B                      G#m
This shit bigger than you (it big)
           A           F#
This shit bigger than you

[Verse 2] : Drake & Quavo
B       G#m                        A    F#       B
Young champagne checkin' in, man, Tity Boi shit ringin' off
                 G#m                A           F#         B
'Member I was on pre-paid, I would act like my shit was ringin' off
                    G#m                 A        F#       B
'Member shorty told me she thought the raps good but the singing's off
      G#m                     A  F#           B           G#m
Watch on Young Dro now, man, boi-oing shit blingin' off
           A     F#
Where the racks at? (racks)
B   G#m                                           A  F#           B
   All I know is they keep comin' to me like a flashback, nigga, what? (what?)
G#m                                        A        F#     B
Half a million out in Vegas, it ain't no blackjack, nigga, naw (naw)
                   G#m                   A    F#
Quavo Sinatra, but we could never be the Rat Pack, nigga, naw

[Chorus] : Quavo & 2 Chainz
B                  G#m
Uh, yeah, baller alert
                         A         F#
Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (brrrrp)
B                 G#m
Uh, yeah, follow alert
                          A            F#
Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked
B                       G#m
Uh, yeah, profit come first
                       A         F#
I whip the baby, the baby gon' birth (whip it)
B                       G#m
Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (woo)
                              A         F#
I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh
B                     G#m                   A         F#
This shit bigger than you (hey), I'm takin' on a new path (uh)
B                          G#m
Making them bricks take a bath (woo)
            A            F#
Lil biddy bitch, do the math (yeah)
B                   G#m
Lil nigga, who are you? (who you, yeah)
          A     F#
Must be bulletproof (brrrp)
B                      G#m
This shit bigger than you (it big)
           A           F#
This shit bigger than you

[Verse 3] : 2 Chainz
B                  G#m           A      F#
Touchscreen on my cars, vintage one to two
B                G#m                       A      F#
I just bought a watch that's plain like a Dickie suit (plain)
B                          G#m                A  F#
I sip some red wine, and chased it with the '42
B                           G#m     N.C.
They asked me what I call millions, comin' soon
B      G#m           A      F#
Yeah (yeah), I just cashed out (uh)
B    G#m                              A   F#
   Ain't got time for a beef, I'm a cash cow (tell 'em)
B                  G#m              A   F#
   When I was in juvie, I made 'em back out (back that ass up)
B          G#m                         N.C.
   It was 400 degrees, you would have passed out (ooh)

[Chorus] : Quavo & 2 Chainz
B                  G#m
Uh, yeah, baller alert
                         A         F#
Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (brrrrp)
B                 G#m
Uh, yeah, follow alert
                          A            F#
Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked
B                       G#m
Uh, yeah, profit come first
                       A         F#
I whip the baby, the baby gon' birth (whip it)
B                       G#m
Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (woo)
                              A         F#
I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh
B                     G#m                   A         F#
This shit bigger than you (hey), I'm takin' on a new path (uh)
B                          G#m
Making them bricks take a bath (woo)
            A            F#
Lil biddy bitch, do the math (yeah)
B                   G#m
Lil nigga, who are you? (who you, yeah)
          A     F#
Must be bulletproof (brrrp)
B                      G#m
This shit bigger than you (it big)
           A           F#
This shit bigger than you

[Outro] : Quavo & 2 Chainz
  B           G#m                    A       F#
Yeah, VIP my squad (yeah), drop off all the gang (yeah)
B        G#m           A        F#
VIP the lane (skrrt), VIP the chain (squad)
  B      G#m                          A       F#
VIP my squad (yeah, squad), drop off all the gang (yeah)
B        G#m                 A        F#
VIP the lane (skrrt, yeah), VIP the chain
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Christina Aguilera – Accelerate feat. Ty Dolla $ign & 2 Chainz

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Christina Aguilera – Accelerate feat. Ty Dolla $ign & 2 Chainz Chords and Lyrics

Artist : Christina Aguilera, Ty Dolla $ign & 2 Chainz
Song : Accelerate

[Intro] : Christina Aguilera

Hide it 'til we feel it, then we feel it, 'til we fight it, yeah

Hold it 'til we need it, never leave it, didn't want it, yeah

[Verse 1] : Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign
Cm
New York, worldwide (L.A., worldwide)
Gm
Boy, this my city (Girl, that's my hood)
Eb
Just pulled up to the hotel (Hotel, hotel)
Gm
All my day ones here with me (Ah, yeah)
Cm                          Gm
We got moola, power, we on fire tonight
      Eb                                 Gm
Gonna get it how we want it, 'cause we 'bout it

'Bout that life

[Pre Chorus] : Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign
Cm
Baby, it's alright (Baby, it's alright)
Gm
Baby, it's OK (Baby, it's OK)
Eb
Spark round later (Ya Ya Ya Ya)
Gm
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Cm                              Gn
I'll be with my ladies you can find me there
       Eb                        Gm
Try to play us, we gon' start a riot up in here

[Chorus] : Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign
Cm           Gm
Accelerate, c'mon babe, pick up your speed
Eb        Gm
Stamina, fill me up, that's what I need
Cm             Gm
Another shot, you comin' home with me
Eb                         Gm
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs

What's wrong with me? (Oh, ya ya)

[Verse 2] : Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign
Cm
All my boss ladies (In the city, yeah)
Gm
Go get your Mercedes (skrt skrt, skrt skrt)
Eb
No matter long as you get there (Get there)
Gm
Just don't let it drive you crazy (ah-ha)
Cm                            Gm
Get that moola, power, you on fire tonight
         Eb                                Gm
You can get it how you want it, that's it, go tonight

[Pre Chorus] : Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign
Cm
Baby, it's alright (Baby, it's alright)
Gm
Baby, it's OK (Baby, it's OK)
Eb
Spark round later (Ya Ya Ya Ya)
Gm
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Cm                              Gm
I'll be with my ladies you can find me there
       Eb                            Gm
Try to play us, we gon' start a riot up in here

[Chorus] : Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign
Cm           Gm
Accelerate, c'mon babe, pick up your speed
Eb        Gm
Stamina, fill me up, that's what I need
Cm             Gm
Another shot, you comin' home with me
Eb                         Gm
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs

What's wrong with me? (Oh, ya ya)

[Verse 3] : 2 Chainz, with Christina Aguilera
Cm
Right, left, mic left, mic check, trap check
Dm                  Gm                Dm
Sex drive, NASCAR, crash it like the Nasdaq
Gm                        Cm
More than you can expect, everything except
Dm                 Gm               Eb
Jealousy and envy, we gon' move on past that
Cm                        Fm
Joint strong, pass that, ooh, girl, bad, bad
Gm                                              Bb
Where the, where the cash at? Don't forget the hashtag
Gm                          Cm
Pretty, pretty, so saditty, work it out, muscle memory
Dm                          Gm             Bb
Get the money, my ability, until the end, 2000, infinity
Cm
I put it in, now that you're feelin' me (feelin' me)
                          Dm                        Fm
Look how I'm killin' it (killin' it), leavin' the dealership (yeah)
                Bb
You ain't got internet? (you ain't heard?)
Cm                           Bb
Just left the Benedict (uh), I got them benefits (uh)
Dm                               Eb
Did it deliberate, guilty till proven innocent

[Bridge] : Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign
Cm                               Gm                                Ab Fm
Hide it 'til we feel it, then we feel it, 'til we fight it, yeah
Cm                               Gm
Hold it 'til we need it, never leave it, didn't want it, yeah
Ab                         Fm
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs

What's wrong with me?

[Chorus] : Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign
Cm           Gm
Accelerate, c'mon babe, pick up your speed
Eb        Gm
Stamina, fill me up, that's what I need
Cm             Gm
Another shot, you comin' home with me
Eb                         Gm
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs

What's wrong with me? (Oh, ya ya)

[Outro] : Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign
Cm        Gm
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, woo
Ab        Eb
Ooh-ooh, yeah, ah, yeah
Cm        Gm
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah, yeah
Ab        Eb
Ooh-ooh, oh yeah
Cm       Gm
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ab       Eb Bb Gm
Ooh-ooh
Cm        Bb
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ab  Fm
Ooh-ooh
Cm    Gm    Bb Ab
Yeah, yeah
Cm
Ooh
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Jeezy – Floor Seats feat. 2 Chainz

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Jeezy – Floor Seats feat. 2 Chainz Chords and Lyrics

Artist : Jeezy & 2 Chainz
Song : Floor Seats

[Intro] : Jeezy
       Ebm  Fm Bbm
She be on it (yo know what this shit is)
       Ebm  Fm Bbm
She be on it
       Ebm  Fm Bbm
She be on it
       Ebm  Fm Bbm
She be on it

[Chorus] : Jeezy
Ebm            Fm                    Bbm
She know that paper good, know that paper good
Ebm          Fm                     Bbm
Might blow a few dollars boy that's on the hood
      Ebm           Fm              Bbm
                       Let's get it understood
Ebm           Fm        Bbm
Hawks game, floor seats yes she on the wood
Ebm            Fm                    Bbm
She know that paper good, know that paper good
Ebm          Fm                     Bbm
Might blow a few dollars boy that's on the hood
      Ebm           Fm              Bbm
                       Let's get it understood
Ebm           Fm        Bbm
Hawks game, floor seats yes she on the wood

[Verse 1] : Jeezy
Ebm          Fm              Bb
Real bitch, all she fuck is real nigga
Ebm          Fm              Bb
Rich bitch, all she want is real figures
Ebm               Fm            Bb
Bitch hustle all day she got a good job
             Ebm              Fm            Bbm
But I don't trust her late, brother he is straight rob
Ebm                  Fm            Bbm
Type of young nigga, kick a nigga jaw
Ebm                         Fm            Bbm
You know I hop about that Wraith, take a nigga hoe
Ebm               Fm       Bbm
Ya shit I'm right in, got stars in it
Ebm                  Fm       Bbm
All black Louis bag, Audemars in it
Ebm                  Fm            Bbm
Fiji Water yea we call it slip a slide
Ebm                  Fm            Bbm
Six Flags babe I'm tryna ride the ride
Ebm         Fm         Bbm
Boss bitch, baby daddy in the feds
           Ebm                  Fm            Bbm
Say these niggas 'bout they feeling but she 'bout her bread

[Chorus] : Jeezy
Ebm            Fm                    Bbm
She know that paper good, know that paper good
Ebm          Fm                     Bbm
Might blow a few dollars boy that's on the hood
      Ebm           Fm              Bbm
                       Let's get it understood
Ebm           Fm            
Hawks game, floor seats yes she on the wood
Ebm            Fm                    Bbm
She know that paper good, know that paper good
Ebm          Fm                     Bbm
Might blow a few dollars boy that's on the hood
      Ebm           Fm              Bbm
                       Let's get it understood
Ebm           Fm        Bbm
Hawks game, floor seats yes she on the wood

[Verse 2] : 2 Chainz
Ebm                          
You ain't gettin' money? Sorry for your mishaps
Ebm         Fm          Bbm
WNBA, you 'bout to get bitch slapped
          Ebm                Fm            Bbm
Fuck the "Kissing Cam", they need to have "Shoe Cam"
Ebm             Fm                     
Last game, the shoes I had on cost 2 grand
    Ebm                    Fm                Bbm
Ya know who winnin', yea, you can check the scoreboard
Ebm          Fm                     Bbm
Fly like a Concorde, shades are the Tom Ford
Ebm         Fm           Bbm
Ass shakin' on court, diamonds sayin' "bonjour"
Ebm                        Fm             Bbm
You don't really want war, end up at ya front door!
Ebm                  Fm           
Boy! Ya last if you ain't in first place
Ebm               Fm                        Bbm
I think you in my parking spot, that's the first place
Ebm            Fm                 Bbm
Worse case scenario, I want some camel toe
    
And in a fruit fight, I'll bust ya cantaloupe

[Chorus] : Jeezy
Ebm            Fm                    Bbm
She know that paper good, know that paper good
Ebm          Fm                     Bbm
Might blow a few dollars boy that's on the hood
      Ebm           Fm              Bbm
                       Let's get it understood
Ebm           Fm        Bbm
Hawks game, floor seats yes she on the wood
Ebm            Fm                    Bbm
She know that paper good, know that paper good
Ebm          Fm                     Bbm
Might blow a few dollars boy that's on the hood
      Ebm           Fm              Bbm
                       Let's get it understood
Ebm           Fm        Bbm
Hawks game, floor seats yes she on the wood

[Verse 3] : Jeezy
Ebm       Fm
Got her courtside on the big screen
Ebm                 Fm               Bbm
And I ain't in the coupe, I'm in the big thing
Ebm                     Fm          Bbm
Ain't nothing like your hoe, she a fucking star
Ebm              Fm               Bbm
Ain't never been shy, she suck it in the cock
Ebm               Fm            Bbm
She know I stay down til I was papered up
Ebm                   Fm               Bbm
Send them units outta town, I had to tape 'em up
Ebm               Fm                  Bbm
And when we pulled up, that's when it popped off
Ebm                Fm                 Bbm
Keep talkin' like that, I'll get you knocked off
Ebm         Fm               Bbm
Twenty-six-five's what the ducks cost
Ebm                 Fm               Bbm
Got a condo in the city, that's a duck-off
Ebm                   Fm               Bbm
See my partna ridin' with me, he the trigger man
Ebm                 Fm                 Bbm
Say your name, yo nigga like I'm Jigga man

[Chorus] : Jeezy
Ebm            Fm                    Bbm
She know that paper good, know that paper good
Ebm          Fm                     Bbm
Might blow a few dollars boy that's on the hood
      Ebm           Fm              Bbm
                       Let's get it understood
Ebm           Fm        Bbm
Hawks game, floor seats yes she on the wood
Ebm            Fm                    Bbm
She know that paper good, know that paper good
Ebm          Fm                     Bbm
Might blow a few dollars boy that's on the hood
      Ebm           Fm              Bbm
                       Let's get it understood
Ebm           Fm        Bbm
Hawks game, floor seats yes she on the wood

[Outro] : 
       Ebm   Fm Bbm
She be on it
       Ebm   Fm Bbm
She be on it
             Ebm   Fm Bbm
Woah, She be on it
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2 Chainz – 4 AM feat. Travis Scott

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2 Chainz – 4 AM feat. Travis Scott Chords and Lyrics

Artist : 2 Chainz & Travis Scott
Song : 4 AM

[Intro] : 2 Chainz
C#m
Yeah, yeah, yeah
B
M-M-M-Murda
C#m
Yeah, yeah
B
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1] : 2 Chainz
C#m           
4 AM, I'm just gettin' started
C#m                           B
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
C#m                         B
Reminiscin' 'bout the trap, playin' the first Carter
C#m                            B
My life changed when I had my first daughter
C#m                            B
Got my first quarter flippin' fifty-dollar slabs
C#m                             B
My nigga lookin' at the bills, askin' you for half
C#m                         B
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
C#m                         B
Anytime she wanna dip I'm providin' the sauce
C#m                          B
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
C#m                         B
You keep playin' with me, I end up signing your boss
    
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Ride with Champagne P
C#m                         B
If it wasn't for the struggle then I wouldn't be me
C#m                         B
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
C#m                         B
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus] : Travis Scott
C#m                           B
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
C#m                                       B
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (straight up)
C#m                                    B
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (it's lit)
C#m                     B
Hit the lights (yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
C#m                           B
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
C#m                         B
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
C#m                         B
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
C#m                              B
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2] : 2 Chainz
C#m                            B
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
C#m                         B
In a group with the best rapper that's alive, ooh
C#m                         B
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
C#m                                       B
I ain't wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
C#m                           B
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
C#m                                B
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
C#m                                B
Jumpin' out the cake and that's surprisin', ooh
C#m                              B
Pickin' up the duffel bag like exercisin', ooh
C#m                                B
Bought mama new house 'cause she deserve it, ooh
C#m                                   B
Practice makes perfect but nobody's perfect, ooh
C#m                         B
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
C#m                              B
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus] : Travis Scott
C#m                           B
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
C#m                                       B
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (straight up)
C#m                                    B
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (it's lit)
C#m                     B
Hit the lights (yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
C#m                           B
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
C#m                         B
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
C#m                         B
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
C#m                              B
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3] : 2 Chainz & Travis Scott
C#m                              B
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
C#m                              B
Ooh, On a killin' rapper spree and nigga, you next
C#m                                    B
Ooh, they talkin', chillin', watchin' Netflix (straight up)
C#m                              B
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
C#m                              B
Ooh, I'm on my wave like a durag
C#m                                  B
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
C#m                              B
Ooh, talkin' tequila for the pipe-up
C#m                              B
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
C#m                              B
Drench god, drench god, really
C#m                              B
Represent and we the squad, really
C#m                              B
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
C#m                              B
I used to sell drugs for a living
C#m                     B
Got me a job sellin' records
C#m                              B
Had to use the jeweler for a reference
C#m                          B
Might buy a truck with the extra
C#m                          B
Might use the legs for a necklace

[Verse 2] : 2 Chainz
C#m                            B
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
C#m                         B
In a group with the best rapper that's alive, ooh
C#m                         B
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
C#m                                       B
I ain't wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
C#m                           B
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
C#m                                B
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
C#m                                B
Jumpin' out the cake and that's surprisin', ooh
C#m                              B
Pickin' up the duffel bag like exercisin', ooh
C#m                                B
Bought mama new house 'cause she deserve it, ooh
C#m                                   B
Practice makes perfect but nobody's perfect, ooh
C#m                         B
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
C#m                              B
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Outro] : 
    
Don't stop trappin', boy
Got 'bout twelve racks this mornin'
Got 'bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin'
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, 'cept my partner and them
But we gettin' this money though, I'm tellin' you that
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Drake – Big Amount feat. 2 Chainz

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Drake – Big Amount feat. 2 Chainz Chords and Lyrics

Artist : Drake & 2 Chainz
Song : Big Amount
                               
[Verse 1] :
G
I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now
D
If you, if you woke up this mornin'
Em
(Nigga you winnin' for real...)
C
I got a big amount, I took a different route
G
I am the pick of the litter
D
I was in juvy, they gave me community
Em
I had to pick up some litter
C
I want it easy, please do not tease me
G
I wore my Yeezys to dinner
D
This is the season, I got the seasonin'
Em
Don't make me sprinkle you niggas
C
I got my reasons, you wanna please me
G
Send me the pussy, not pictures
D
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'
Em
She turn to freak on the liquor
C
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
G
Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches
D
Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches
Em
Yeah, rock double cross on these bitches, yeah
C
Dearly departed, gather today
G
On some Prince shit
D
You know what they say
Em
Me and my safe, got a friendship
C
Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid
G
Gettin' laid
D
Bitch made, took off sick days
Em
6 trey, 64 bounce, bitch, bounce
C
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
G
Patty melt with the hash browns
D
Tryna avoid all the pat downs
Em
Tryna avoid all the lame hoes
C
Weirdos in the background
G
Black out when I back out
D
Blow the horn for a pedestrian
Em
Shawty ride like an equestrian
C
I bought the dress that she in
G
Red bottoms in his and hers
D
Got a Rollie in his and hers
Em
Got a car in his and hers
C
Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"
G
Last night was a blur to me
D
This mornin' I got two with me
Em
I don't know what to do with me
C
Goin' ape like the zoo with me
G
Got a tool with the screw missin'
D
Two girls in the pool kissin'
Em
Everywhere I go, the rod with me
C
Cause these niggas actin' too fishy

[Chorus] :
G
Fuck y'all niggas on, man?
D
Duffle bag forever
Em
Just left V Live
C
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive

Yeah...!

[Verse 2] :
G
Look, I got a big amount
D
I think I'm the biggest out
Em
Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out
C
Lit and you can't even put it out
G
Got the Billboard melodies
D
Rap is somethin' I do on the side
Em
Crossed over to the other side
C
And I didn't even have to die
G
Got the money and I never show it
D
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Em
Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams
C
And he say, "You bad and you know it"
G
Better shamone with my check then
D
I'm a J. Prince investment
Em
Niggas love to talk reckless
C
Then see me like best friends
G
Got the same color FN
D
And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin
Em
Five stars, nothin' less than
C
Fuck niggas on your payroll
G
And you let 'em know the safe code
D
And you knew him for a month though
Em
But you call them niggas big bro
C
You could move in the Hidden Hills
G
And you still don't live by the same code
D
I'm respected everywhere I go
Em
Nigga, long live Bankroll
C
Skip the rainbow, funny stop shit

And it's straight to the pot of gold

Somebody, everybody know
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