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Tom: F

Introdução:

                                  D  
We got London on the track
Hook: Young Thug
F#m                                                            A                                              Bm  
First you get that money then you get that power
                                                                          D                              F#m  
If he turn his nose up, boy he on that powder
                                                                          A                 Bm  
Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
                                                D  
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
F#m                                      A                                                 Bm  
Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
                                                                     D                                                         F#m  
Ain't no one know a thing about ya, if you zip that
                                                                        A                                      Bm  
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
                                                                D  
Beat that bitty, never crack, dig that, sheesh
verse 1: Young Thug
F#m                                    A                                              Bm  
Before I go without a sack, I swag pack
                                                                                     D                                    F#m  
I spoiled my bitch and now she actin' like a brat
                                                        A                              Bm  
I met Ellis, I know Jimmy, he got racks
                                  D                              F#m  
Bitch I'm bleedin' like a tat
                          A                                                    Bm  
Roll it, roll it, for me on ya back
                                                                          D                            F#m  
Just for show my diamonds yellow like a taxi
                                                A                                                    Bm  
I'm a cat, I'ma chase all them pussy rats
                                  D                                         F#m  
Pussy nigga better not look back
                                                                     A                                                 Bm  
Or else I'm killin' 'em, hell yeah, that's a fact sheesh
There's blood all on my Timberlands
D                                                              F#m  
She make a nigga say "whaat?!"
F#m                                                                 A  
I swear to God she feelin' 'em
Bm                                                                                                      D  
She sucked like eight dicks, I call her Octagon
Hook: Young Thug
F#m                                                            A                                              Bm  
First you get that money then you get that power
                                                                          D                              F#m  
If he turn his nose up, boy he on that powder
                                                                          A                 Bm  
Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
                                                D  
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
F#m                                      A                                                 Bm  
Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
                                                                     D                                                         F#m  
Ain't no one know a thing about ya, if you zip that
                                                                        A                                      Bm  
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
                                                                D  
Beat that bitty, never crack, dig that, sheesh
verse 2: Young Thug
F#m                                            A                                                              Bm  
Bitch, I dig it, I eat ice cream with my chickens
                                                                             D                                         F#m  
Bitch, I'm rich just like a Simmons, not Lil Diggy
                                             A                                                            Bm  
If I got legs, bitch you know I'm gonna get it
                                                                          D                                    F#m  
She got good head, so she welcome to my Bentley
                                                          A                                    Bm  
Big bid-ness in that big Bentley, Bentley
                                                                                                  D                                            F#m  
Ridin' 'round with that semi, cuz I know these niggas envy
                                                        A                                                            Bm  
Is you mad 'bout Instagram or how I kick my pimpin'?
                                        D                                                 F#m  
You keep that Ace of Spades, I'm sippin'
Bridge
F#m                                                 E  
I'm a rocket, rocket, I can't stop it, stop it
                Bm                                                 D  
I'm a GTV, boy, bitch I'm poppin, poppin'
F#m                                                                                                    A  
I need coke, need coke like, "Where the fuck is papi?"
Bm                                                                 D  
If you tryna run off, you know we popped your noggin
Hook: Young Thug
F#m                                                            A                                              Bm  
First you get that money then you get that power
                                                                          D                              F#m  
If he turn his nose up, boy he on that powder
                                                                          A                 Bm  
Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
                                                D  
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
F#m                                      A                                                 Bm  
Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
                                                                     D                                                         F#m  
Ain't no one know a thing about ya, if you zip that
                                                                        A                                      Bm  
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
                                                                D  
Beat that bitty, never crack, dig that, sheesh