A Cold Sunday Chords

            Fmaj7
It's a cold Sunday to complain
         Em7
I hold it in until it rain
         Dm7
I fought demons after fame
        Am7
I spent millions on terrain
           Fmaj7
I treat my bitch just like Diana
       Em7
Pretty princess, hold the Fanta
  Dm7                        Am7
2003 Dolce Gabbana jeans just make her
ass look fatter
        Fmaj7
We gon' catch him outside, he don't got
   Em7
no money for the backup
      Dm7                                    Am7
I ran 30 million in the ground, baby, now I'm back up
      Fmaj7                   Em7
She a city girl, I'm the real reason that she act up (hmm)
    Dm7                            Am7
She talk back, I make her pack up, send her home on Spirit
Fmaj7                         Em7
Something in my spirit made me not believe or fear (hmm)
Dm7                            Am7
I know bitches parrots, so I'm watchin' how I'm speakin'
Fmaj7                      Em7
Single but I'm creepin', my main bitch don't need a headache (ooh)
Dm7                     Am7
Half a mil' on Maybach, tires flat, I never drive 'em (hmm)
Fmaj7                       Em7
Pretty hoes need stylin', Balenci' shopping got 'em wildin’
Dm7                            Am7
Tweakin' out on Collins, in my veins, the molly throbbin' (geekin')
Fmaj7                                 Em7
Rich as hell, still robbin', ain't no love the way I'm rockin'
Dm7                          Am7
Bentley color goblin, forest green, the lane I'm hoggin' (spin)
Fmaj7                            Em7
Wrap the P like swallin', get it through yo' fuckin' noggin (damn)
Dm7                                                Am7
Money's first, I'm always dialed in (ooh, krrt)
Fmaj7                             Em7
Money's first, I'm always dialed in, is that a problem? (Go)
Dm7                        Am7
I made M’s off a TV like I work for Viacom
Fmaj7                          Em7
Doggy didn't stay for long, he left when the sirens rung
Dm7                                  Am7
Flyest niggas with turnt bitches, BDs in the tightest diamonds
  Fmaj7                              Em7
I could've put out wildfires, at the house behind barbed wire
Dm7                   Am7
25 but living like I'm 50 with three kids
         Fmaj7
All these bitches in my biz, five-hundred
Em7                         Dm7
thousand on my bitch (ooh)
Am7
Fuck if you don't like me
     Fmaj7                          Em7
I'ma still get faded more than likely, it's
           Dm7      Am7
enticing
                            Fmaj7    Em7
I'll die for my respect (phew)
 
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