Sorry 4 The Wait

Am Ain't Nobody fucking with me Em First degree murder, you can get your degree Motherfucker G And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman Em G Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan Am Real brotha shit, pussy brotha gon hate Em Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake G I hit it from the back G And make that bitch about face Em And then I gotta split G I'm sorry baby, sour grapes F She wine, baby don't leave G I duck that bullshit, bob and weave Em Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping F Leave your ass flatter than my new television F I'm talking about money and the power F Power and the money G This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy Em Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin Em7 Mack light that shit, then pass that to me Am Young Money motherfucker yeah G We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis F Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho G She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe Am And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind G They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9? F I stand infront of the clock F Cause I'm ahead of the time G Knock your pussy ass off G And send your head to your mom Am I ain't playing with brothas, no sir not me Em And they can't blindfold what my third eye see G Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free Em G And the coupe transform, no Tyrese Am Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne? Em I'm somewhere inbetween joy and pain G And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds Em G Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground F Now ain't that about a bitch? It ain't never about a bitch G Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch Em Backed up by a bunch of G ass brothaa F And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads brotha F Eagle street where the real brothas hung G Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come Em Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts Em7 Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts Am F**k yall for real though G Sleep with the hammer under the pillow F Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows G Soon as I'm done peel off like velcro, gone. Am G baby I'm stoned, smoking on the strong F Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook F You can't use that phone G Stopped at the light and put my roof back on Am One time for the G's, the brothas got it lock'd Em The brothas with the keys, The brothas on the block G The brothas on they P's and Q's Em G Put your bitch ass on the evening news Am Jumping in the game better read the rules Em High as a bitch yeah that's me on the moon G F**k with me die soon, not late Em G And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait Am Tunechi