Tono: G
Introducción:
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
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 (2x)
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 F
I'm a bad motherfucker cause the 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
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 (2x)
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 F
You can look into the future, it's 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
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 (2x)
Outro
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