Sorry 4 The Wait

	  		
Verse 
Bm 
Ain't Nobody fucking with me 
F#m 
First degree murder, you can get your degree 
Motherfucker 
A 
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman 
F#m                     A 
Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan 
Bm 
Real brotha shit, pussy brotha gon hate 
F#m 
Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake 
A 
I hit it from the back 
A 
And make that bitch about face 
F#m 
And then I gotta split 
A 
I'm sorry baby, sour grapes 


Bridge 
G 
She wine, baby don't leave 
A 
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave 
F#m 
Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping 
G 
Leave your ass flatter than my new television 
G 
I'm talking about money and the power 
G 
Power and the money 
A 
This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy 
F#m 
Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin 
F#m7 
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me 


Bm 
Young Money motherfucker yeah 
                        A 
We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis 
G 
Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho 
A 
She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe 
Bm 
And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind 
A 
They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9? 
G 
I stand infront of the clock 
G 
Cause I'm ahead of the time 
A 
Knock your pussy ass off 
A 
And send your head to your mom 



Verse 
Bm 
I ain't playing with brothas, no sir not me 
F#m 
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see 
A 
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free 
           F#m          A 
And the coupe transform, no Tyrese 
Bm 
Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne? 
F#m 
I'm somewhere inbetween joy and pain 
A 
And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds 
F#m                     A 
Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground 


Bridge 
G 
Now ain't that about a bitch? It ain't never about a bitch 
A 
Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch 
F#m 
Backed up by a bunch of G ass brothaa 
G 
And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads brotha 
G 
Eagle street where the real brothas hung 
A 
Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come 
F#m 
Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts 
F#m7 
Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts 


Bm 
Fuck yall for real though 
A 
Sleep with the hammer under the pillow 
G 
Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows 
A 
Soon as I'm done peel off like velcro, gone. 
Bm                                 A 
baby I'm stoned, smoking on the strong 
                                G 
Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook 
G 
You can't use that phone 
                A 
Stopped at the light and put my roof back on 



Verse 
Bm 
One time for the G's, the brothas got it lock'd 
F#m 
The brothas with the keys, The brothas on the block 
A 
The brothas on they P's and Q's 
        F#m                     A 
Put your bitch ass on the evening news 
Bm 
Jumping in the game better read the rules 
F#m 
High as a bitch yeah that's me on the moon 
A 
Fuck with me die soon, not late 
F#m                                     A 
And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait 
Bm 
Tunechi