Intro Chords by Cam'Ron

[Intro]
E Em Cmaj7 C Em
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[Verse]
Em                       
How y'all doin' out there
Em                        
I wanna welcome y'all back
                      C       Cmaj7               
Welcome some of y'all for the first time huh Killa
                                 Cmaj7  
We did it again y'all don't fuck wit' us
       Cmaj7                         
Suck a dick man ayo Jones what's good
        Cmaj7  
Santana Freekey
Em                            
They gon' be mad this time huh
                 Em                      
Ayo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
           Em                         
Harlem you know what it is what's good
         Cmaj7                        C     
You know how we get down East side El BARRIO
                           Cmaj7  
El Barrio up in this bitch ayo Kay
                         C                           
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
    E                       
Man fuck hold up hol' yo man
      
Yo son
           
What's good
                                    
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
                                               Cmaj7
When you meet a chick you gotsta straight slap her  
        
Slap her
                                          
Yeah when you first meet her just slap her
           
Off the bat
                             
Off the bat just backhand her
           Em    
Why's that though


[Chorus]
      Em                    
Cause later on down the line
Em                                   
You ain't never gotsta to worry about
     Em               
That chick telling you
Em                                        
Cam you don't treat me the way you used to
       C              Cmaj7
That's what I'm sayin nigga
    Cmaj7                   
But see the thing is with me
  Cmaj7                                  
I don't understand how a bitch can go out
     E               Em          
Rain sleet snow fuck suck whoever
                 Em                             
And then go give another nigga her fucking money
Em                                   
Knahmean Nah Cam you gotta understand
Cmaj7                        
That's cause ya game is tight
Cmaj7                                            
Oh nah not me Ka' I'm talking about another nigga
       Cmaj7                            
I know my game is tight nigga knowhamean
           Cmaj7                           
We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
                  Em         E            
Jones where we at huh Harlem Harlem Harlem
      E                       
Yo yo I advise you to step son
             E                            
'fore I fuck your moms make you my stepson
         E                     
Y'all be calling me daddy cause
E                            
The Rag Muffin y'all soon say
Cmaj7                                
Y'all fuck around with brother Numsay
           Cmaj7       
Y'all gon' see doomsday
Cmaj7                  
I'm a savage but colder
                  Cmaj7         
Now I rock karats that I'm older
                Em            
See this parrot on my shoulder
                          Em                  
He do the talking I ain't concerned with words
              Em                   
Act up and be returned to the birds
              C              Cmaj7            
I return with them birds any twentyeight grams
  Cmaj7                                        
A bitch that I touch pretty much turns to birds
  Cmaj7                                  
I be in Miami Boca Raton pokin' your moms
                    E           
Her and ya aunt all over the Don
                      Em       
Using a dope then I'm gone back
              Em              
Cobacabana no joke I'm bananas
E                       Em      
Cops come for dope it's a damper
           Em                          
I'm low in Atlanta get hot go to Savana
                        Cmaj7 
Rush the crib go in the hamper
                     
Don't follow me Stana
                               
If you do I'm blowin the hammer
                                C                 
That'll rip that vest apart hit ya chest and heart
                                 C    
I ain't finished that's just the start
E                                             
You'll be calling for back up praying for help
             E                
Fuck my life I'm taking myself
        E           
All the achin I felt
                    Cmaj7             
In my crib at night praying for wealth
                                     C             
Bitches dissin What's the problem ma I ain't ballin
C                                     
Now every ten minutes hoe prank callin
                Em               
Yo Cam fuck all this rap shit man
Em                               
Let's get down to business Harlem


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