Blunt Blowin

Gm F
Gm F
Eb D

[Verse 1]
Gm
I live it up like these are my last 
days
F
If time is money, I'm an hour past 
paid
Gm
Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass
F
Niggas faker than some flour in a 
powder bag
Eb
Yeah, I put it down like my hands 
hurting
D
I'm on a natural high, but I land 
perfect
Gm
Some of us are lovers, most of y'all
 haters
    F
But I put up a wall, and they just 
wallpaper
Gm
So love or hate me, I stay hate-free
             F
They say we learn from mistakes; 
why, that's why they mistake me
            Eb
I got some weight on my shoulders, 
to me it's like feathers
 D
All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
Gm
I stick to the script, I memorize 
the lines
F
Cause life is a movie that I've seen
 too many times
Gm
You're on the outside looking in, 
close the blinds
              F
And they say never say never, but 
fuck it, nevermind
           Eb
I've been gone too long, true or 
false, right or wrong
 D
Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah

[Hook] x2
       Gm             F
I'mma blunt blowin', Polo drawers 
showin'
Gm                      F
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass
 nigga
          Eb
With my money growing, no matter 
where you going
           D
You don't need a bus pass for me to 
bust yo ass, nigga

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[Verse 2]
Gm                        F
Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them 
bitches
Gm                       F
All about my riches, my name should 
be Richard
Eb
Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward 
with the scissors
D
Life is a choice, and death is a 
decision
Gm                       F
Times have changed, but fuck it get 
a new watch
Gm
I still got the vision like a line 
between two dots
Eb
Young Money's eating, the label 
getting fatter
     D
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm 
still sitting at 'em
      Gm                        
I'm a bad motherfucker cause the 
   F
good die young
 Gm                            F
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too 
cheap to buy one
      Eb
Man, when that cookie crumble, 
everybody want a crumb
             D
Shoot that hummingbird down, 
hummingbird don't hum
     Gm                       F
Yea, big money, big money, deep 
pockets
Gm                F
Money talks, and motherfuckers 
eavesdropping
Eb
Bunch of bloods, you could call it 
blood clotting
D
Eastside, MOB Piru Damu

[Hook] x2
       Gm             F
I'mma blunt blowin', Polo drawers 
showin'
Gm                      F
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass
 nigga
          Eb
With my money growing, no matter 
where you going
           D
You don't need a bus pass for me to 
bust yo ass, nigga

[Verse 3]
Gm                         F
Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a 
limit pusher
Gm                       F
See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just
 a butcher
Eb
I do it for the money, man I am such
 a hooker
D
And freedom was my girl, until they 
fucking took her
         Gm                        
You can look into the future, it's 
F
right behind your eyelids
       Gm                      F
But I don't wanna know, cause shit I
 like surprises
Eb
Why that, why this, why you on that 
why shit?
D
Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM
Gm           F
Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim+
Gm                  F
Drop the top, look up and make the 
sky grin
Eb
Young Mula, skinnies and some Supras
D
Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, 
motherfucker

[Hook] x2
       Gm             F
I'mma blunt blowin', Polo drawers 
showin'
Gm                      F
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass
 nigga
          Eb
With my money growing, no matter 
where you going
           D
You don't need a bus pass for me to 
bust yo ass, nigga

[Otro]
          Gm
I've been gone too long
          F
True or false, right or wrong
          Gm
I've been gone too long
          F
True or false, right or wrong
          Eb
I've been gone too long
          Eb
True or false, right or wrong
D
Hello Weezy, welcome home
           Gm         F
It's Young Mula, baby
           Gm         F
It's Young Mula, baby
          Eb
True or false, right or wrong
D
Hello Weezy, welcome home