Fashionably Late Chords by Curren$y

[Start]

[Chorus]
Dm7 Gm7 Dm7 Gm7 Eb Ebmaj7
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Dm C7 Am C7
■  ■  ■  ■ 
Am7                       
Jet life Jet life jet life
                Am7 
Where havn't we been
Am              
And you can tell
Am                
From bitches tryna
        Am   
Boy I'm still
        Am        
And you could tell
                          Fmaj7             
Spitta in em spitta in em spitta in 'em yeah
           Ebmaj7                                                             
Ain't nutn change but the weather in a temp tag sequence of number and letters


[Verse]
      Dm7                       Gm7                     
On my Chevelle you can ride but hey man watch my leather
Dm7                                       Gm7           Ebmaj7     
Cause bitches get evicted in traffic from disrespecting the classic
         Dm7                      F              
Rozze in the glasses get the weed out the plastic
Dm                           C7         
Spitta and the monster beats radioactive
               C7                                       
I dont kick it with no rappers they be hustlin backwards
               Fmaj7              Am  Gm7                      
Like the jeans on criss cross who you mac daddy or daddy mackin
Ebmaj7                                
Pennin lyrics on back of these napkins
                 Ebmaj7                                               
Zoned out in the first class cabin with noise cancellation head phones
    Dm7               C7                                                   
Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down the ocean inspire
C7                                           
Scribbling fire on the street car name desire
Gm7                      Ebmaj7                          
Straggling the fence you only get caught in the barb wire
                C7                                   
I'm independent fuck yo system I get paid with out it
      Dm              C7                         
Got a new pocketbitch you new writin as a blogger


[Chorus]
                 Fmaj7          Am7          
That rapper weed she smoke that spitta strong
    Am7           
She wrote about it
        Gm7  Ebmaj7                                     
You can deny ■      it I am a rider word to pac ambition
                                     Ebmaj7    
Houdini yo man squigi dissapear shes a magician
Ebmaj7         
You can't blame
       Fmaj7                              
In the midst of the fame planes get change
  Gm7  Am                                         Dm7     
I sent to the waffle house with my order from the car mane


[Verse]
Dm7                   
And I'm looking famous
                                  Gm7              
And you can tell by the reactions of them strangers
             Ebmaj7                   Eb          
From bitches tryna figure if it is or if ain't him
                       Eb                                
The real say I'm on it the hater say I ain't shit but I'm
Eb                  
Still looking famous
                 Dm7    C7                         
And you can tell by the reactions of them strangers
                   C7                            
From bitches tryna figure if it is or if aint him
                           Gm7         Ebmaj7                  
The real say I'm on it the hater say I ain't shit but I'm still
               Dm             Dm7                                           
I'm high again waiting on the sun dozed off in my fiftyseven at the drive in
                      C7                                 Gm7                          
This is a scary movie I'm in but I do it for my folk who genuinely they want me to win
                         Ebmaj7                   
I do a lot of smoking to stay over this bogus shit
   Dm7                              Am         
My money is not on these bitches my focus is LA


[Chorus]
       Am                                    
Niggas claimin' to be jet planes but they not
C7             Am7            Am       
Pay homage the founder in the house kid
                                   Am         
A milf hunter ask yo momma she can vouch bitch
   Am                                          
If she cool to fuckin' down rollin' the bony up
               Am                  
Race day money on the startin' gate
        C7                
Pony up I hope your hungry
Fmaj7   Dm7                       
I got a plate of dust for ya homie
              Ebmaj7  Dm7               
Early morning execise ■   doin' kush ups
        Dm7                                       
I ain't stingy with it got a couple pounds foot up


[Outro]
Ebmaj7 Eb Dm Dm7 C7
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C7                          
Bitches used to over look us
                   Gm7        Ebmaj7
Now in my presents they shook up    
Dm7             
See done took us


[End]