Sorry 4 The Wait

Bm
Ain't Nobody fucking with me
F#m
First degree murder, you can get 
your degree
Motherfucker
A
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me 
wonder woman
F#m                     A
Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul 
Bunyan
Bm
Real brotha shit, pussy brotha gon 
hate
F#m
Pound of the Kush call that bitch 
pound cake
A
I hit it from the back
A
And make that bitch about face
F#m
And then I gotta split
A
I'm sorry baby, sour grapes


[Bridge]
G
She wine, baby don't leave
A
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
F#m
Everybody tripping, but I ain't 
never tripping
G
Leave your ass flatter than my new 
television
G
I'm talking about money and the 
power
G
Power and the money
A
This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy
F#m
Ima run this shit till I'm the last 
man runnin
F#m7
Mack light that shit, then pass that
 to me


[Chorus]
Bm
Young Money motherfucker yeah
                        A
We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like
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G
Don't love that bitch, I fucked that
 ho
A
She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe
Bm
And I stink cause I got alot of shit
 on my mind
A
They say numbers don't lie, is that 
a 6 or a 9?
G
I stand infront of the clock
G
Cause I'm ahead of the time
A
Knock your pussy ass off
A
And send your head to your mom


[Verse]
Bm
I ain't playing with brothas, no sir
 not me
F#m
And they can't blindfold what my 
third eye see
A
Yeah I was locked up, but like a 
bird I'm free
           F#m          A
And the coupe transform, no Tyrese
Bm
Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne?
F#m
I'm somewhere inbetween joy and pain
A
And I reach for the stars, got stuck
 in the clouds
F#m                     A
Got high as a bitch and left my love
 on the ground


[Bridge]
G
Now ain't that about a bitch? It 
ain't never about a bitch
A
Ill take your bitch and make her 
everybody bitch
F#m
Backed up by a bunch of G ass 
brothaa
G
And I just bought your girlfriend 
some knee pads brotha
G
Eagle street where the real brothas 
hung
A
Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come
F#m
Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring 
the blunts
F#m7
Fucking with me its blood, brains or
 guts


[Chorus]
Bm
Fuck yall for real though
A
Sleep with the hammer under the 
pillow
G
Get into the room, bend her over 
like her elbows
A
Soon as I'm done peel off like 
velcro, gone.
Bm                            
baby I'm stoned, smoking on the 
     A
strong
                                G
Got a huge ass bong, swag off the 
hook
G
You can't use that phone
                A
Stopped at the light and put my roof
 back on


[Verse]
Bm
One time for the G's, the brothas 
got it lock'd
F#m
The brothas with the keys, The 
brothas on the block
A
The brothas on they P's and Q's
        F#m                     A
Put your bitch ass on the evening 
news
Bm
Jumping in the game better read the 
rules
F#m
High as a bitch yeah that's me on 
the moon
A
Fuck with me die soon, not late
F#m                               
And I'm sorry for the 
      A
motherfucking wait
Bm
Tunechi