Remove AdsOriginal Key: G Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 90
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
[INTRO]
Gm Fm Cm
(Al Geno on the track)
[CHORUS]
Gm Fm Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Cm Gm Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
Fm We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Cm Gm Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Gm Fm Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Cm Gm Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
Gm Fm We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Cm Gm Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
[VERSE]
Gm Fm I done turned into a star, remember when thеy doubted me
Cm Gm Now we up thеre at the top, I know moms lookin' proud at me
Gm Fm When shit get rough, you gotta keep on grindin', that's just how it be
Cm Gm Man, this shit, it came at the perfect timing, know them niggas see
Gm Fm Yeah, nigga know we can't cheat
Cm Gm Man, my nigga just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three
Gm Fm Nigga, I'ma make 'em mad and drop them diamonds, they gon' freeze
Cm Nigga snap on beats, we eat
Gm I guess that rappin' in my genes
[CHORUS]
Gm Fm Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Cm Gm Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
Fm We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Cm Gm Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Gm Fm Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Cm Gm Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
Gm Fm We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Cm Gm Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
[POST-CHORUS]
Gm Fm Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business
Fm Cm Gm Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the shit that I don't mention
Gm Fm We was just servin' fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton
Cm Gm I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don't Do no conversatin'
Gm Fm Remember days in public housin', now we flyin' private
Cm Gm Packin' everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden
Gm Fm All my nigga in the pen', but I still make deposits
Cm I cut the lean off, been havin' withdrawals for weeks
[VERSE]
Gm Fm Been tryna buy love, make sure I keep all the receipts
Cm I can get him touched, ain't talkin' pedophile, we creep
Gm Fm Lambos and 'Rari Vs, just know that shit we need for speed
Cm Bro sold that dog food and I ain't never seen him breed
Gm Fm Stick up in the box'll send 'em down below
Fm Cm Blew up, now I see what you around me for
Gm Fm You who I want, but girl, don't never think I need you
Cm Pull up i8, Go ask the hood, I'm the one feed 'em
Gm Fm But they say I been actin' funny since I got on
Fm Cm Luh Tyler, Do you want this ho? My nigga, I don't (Al Geno on the track)
Gm Fm Got dream to Go buy a island, I'm playin' blind
Cm Gm My bitch, she top tier, but blowin' up my phone cryin'
[CHORUS]
Gm Fm Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Cm Gm Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
Fm We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Cm Gm Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
[POST-CHORUS]
Gm Fm Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business
Cm Gm Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the shit that I don't mention
Gm Fm We was just servin' fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton
Fm Cm I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don't Do no conversatin'
Gm Fm Remember days in public housin', now we flyin' private
Cm Packin' everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden
Gm Fm All my nigga in the pen', but I still make deposits
Cm I cut the lean off, been havin' withdrawals for weeks
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