Intro
Wiz Khalifa]
F Em
Gang, checks
Dm C
More money than these lames get
F Em
More weed on the plane
Dm C
More diamonds on the chain
La Música de Harry Fraud
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
F Em
Um, backwards joints get rolled up
Dm C
Learned that in Amsterdam
F
Learned as a young man
Em
Get cash fast as you can
Dm C
But don't blow it too fast
F Em
Always save some for the road, make the smoke last
Dm C
Never ask permission, we just blow past
F Em Dm
Momma twistin' up joints, I'm just scribblin' in this notepad
C F Em
Hopin' that, the hotel got good room service that I could throw back
Dm C
Put on a movie that's a throwback
F Em
Or just some beats, Harry Fraud just sent the whole pack
Dm C
Maybe hit the pool swim a couple laps
F
Do my best when I'm relaxed
Em Dm C
Back in the day, the way they used to send the message all facts
F Em
Beef without a scratch, used to doubt us
Dm
Now the game wouldn't be the same without us
C
Smoke the loudest
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Ha
F Em
My weed good, my bitch bad
Dm C
My joints burn slow all my cars go fast
F Em Dm
Sweatpants, pockets is bulgin' with cash, hella stacks
C
Dippin' that playa shit they never put on the racks
F Em
Members only shit, private showroom out back
Dm C
Fashion bloggers have to ask you, "where you got it at?"
F Em
Spitta just a real nigga who can rap
Dm C
Only deliver facts about my life but it's tight
F
'cause my life is all that
Em Dm
Famous enough to get in there for free but not so famous
C F
that people keep bothering me
Em Dm C
While I'm choppin' the tree, smokin' one this a selfie, a muhfuckin' personal sum'n
F Em
It's enough gas in the world for all of you
Dm C
So I ain't 'bout to pass my fuckin' joints over to you
F Em
We could get high, count to these high tunes
Dm C
Baby I got hella playa grooves
F
In the Chevy as we cruise
Em
I can't wait until New Orleans make the news
Dm C F
Completely legalize recreational that's like a dream come true
Em Dm
At the marina gettin' stoned to some Nina Simone
C F
Shorty never heard them vibes until I put her on
Em Dm
Smoke two more sticks while I drove her home
C
Shorty poutin' lookin' like something wrong
F Em
But she don't wanna be alone
Dm C F
Talkin' 'bout how well we get along but my money really got her mind blown
Em Dm
She think I'm dumb, baby girl I'm not the one
C F
Money machine count while I twiddle my thumbs
Em Dm
Money machine count while I lace up my Banned 1's
C F
Money machine count you delivered that ransom
Em Dm
Money machine countin' that stash for my grandson
C F
Money machine copped the island to land on
Em Dm C
Money machine my own, hustlin' feet I stand on
[Outro: Curren$y]
F Em Dm
C F Em Dm C
East side, parked the Medina at the Marina
F Em Dm C
They was amazed when they seen it
F Em Dm
Millionaires
C
Two of us it was like 50 M's between us
F Em Dm
C
Arguing who Rolex the cleanest
[Outro]
(Repeat till fade)
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