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[Intro: 2 Chainz]
C#m
Yeah, yeah, yeah
B
M-M-M-Murda
C#m
Yeah, yeah
B
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
C#m           
4 AM, I'm just gettin' started
C#m                           B
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
C#m                         B
Reminiscin' 'bout the trap, playin' the first Carter
C#m                            B
My life changed when I had my first daughter
C#m                            B
Got my first quarter flippin' fifty-dollar slabs
C#m                             B
My nigga lookin' at the bills, askin' you for half
C#m                         B
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
C#m                         B
Anytime she wanna dip I'm providin' the sauce
C#m                          B
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
C#m                         B
You keep playin' with me, I end up signing your boss
N.C.
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Ride with Champagne P
C#m                         B
If it wasn't for the struggle then I wouldn't be me
C#m                         B
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
C#m                         B
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
C#m                           B
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
C#m                                       B
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (straight up)
C#m                                    B
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (it's lit)
C#m                     B
Hit the lights (yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
C#m                           B
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
C#m                         B
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
C#m                         B
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
C#m                              B
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
C#m                            B
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
C#m                         B
In a group with the best rapper that's alive, ooh
C#m                         B
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
C#m                                       B
I ain't wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
C#m                           B
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
C#m                                B
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
C#m                                B
Jumpin' out the cake and that's surprisin', ooh
C#m                              B
Pickin' up the duffel bag like exercisin', ooh
C#m                                B
Bought mama new house 'cause she deserve it, ooh
C#m                                   B
Practice makes perfect but nobody's perfect, ooh
C#m                         B
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
C#m                              B
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
C#m                           B
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
C#m                                       B
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (straight up)
C#m                                    B
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (it's lit)
C#m                     B
Hit the lights (yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
C#m                           B
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
C#m                         B
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
C#m                         B
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
C#m                              B
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
C#m                              B
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
C#m                              B
Ooh, On a killin' rapper spree and nigga, you next
C#m                                    B
Ooh, they talkin', chillin', watchin' Netflix (straight up)
C#m                              B
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
C#m                              B
Ooh, I'm on my wave like a durag
C#m                                  B
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
C#m                              B
Ooh, talkin' tequila for the pipe-up
C#m                              B
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
C#m                              B
Drench god, drench god, really
C#m                              B
Represent and we the squad, really
C#m                              B
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
C#m                              B
I used to sell drugs for a living
C#m                     B
Got me a job sellin' records
C#m                              B
Had to use the jeweler for a reference
C#m                          B
Might buy a truck with the extra
C#m                          B
Might use the legs for a necklace

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
C#m                            B
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
C#m                         B
In a group with the best rapper that's alive, ooh
C#m                         B
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
C#m                                       B
I ain't wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
C#m                           B
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
C#m                                B
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
C#m                                B
Jumpin' out the cake and that's surprisin', ooh
C#m                              B
Pickin' up the duffel bag like exercisin', ooh
C#m                                B
Bought mama new house 'cause she deserve it, ooh
C#m                                   B
Practice makes perfect but nobody's perfect, ooh
C#m                         B
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
C#m                              B
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Outro]
N.C.
Don't stop trappin', boy
Got 'bout twelve racks this mornin'
Got 'bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin'
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, 'cept my partner and them
But we gettin' this money though, I'm tellin' you that
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ACartonOfEggs 40 Jun 07, 2017 12:38 PM

Finally, a chord chart for my favorite guitar song.

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