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They Say Chords by Moneybagg Yo

  • Key: C
  • BPM: 80
  • Capo: no capo
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THEY SAY ACORDES

[Intro]

[Verse]
C Abmaj7 G7 C                               
         Look at Bagg think he puttin' on
                C                                   
He really ain't that hard I just like a couple songs
        Ab                          Abmaj7 G7   
He only make music if it's a social media  trend
        C                                               
He rich enough to drop a bag why they ain't up the score
                 C                                     
That nigga ain't livin' gangster he just rappin' CBfour
           Ab                               
You see he left his baby mama for that IG ho
       G7       
Is all that true
                         Cm       
Stop goin' off what they say nigga


[Chorus]
          C7                           
They talk about you when you got a name
                                             C7     
Soon as you get some money they gon' say you changed
G7                                              
At first we was locked in but then we grew apart
                                  C             
Killed my lil' dawg and that shit broke my heart
                             Cm
Stand on my ten everywhere I go
Cm                                          
Today might be that day nigga you never know
                G7                          
Went around the world and put on for my hood
G7                                    
Once I get my word then it's overstood


[Verse]
C7                                                   
Hard to stay focus at the same time handle this smoke
      C7                                                      
Can't get tricked out this shit some years ago I was just poor
               C7              
You ain't even know I was on go
                 C7                 
Could've lost it all never lost hope
            Gb7                        
Lately I be fresh and I don't even post
            Gb7                       
I'm a beast but they callin' me a GOAT
            Cm                                                 
Fuck 'round get yo' feelings hurt stick yo' nose in my business
        C7                                               
How you mad 'bout my decision I don't need no supervision
          C7                                                  
You can't name no nigga that done this shit like I done did it
              Gb7                                                  
Jumped in the game with no feelings still ain't got love for niggas
           C7                                                
I'm loaded onepointfive count through it sittin' on the floor
C7                              
Just added on some more for sure
      C                     
I was stackin' up went ghost
Cm                                                     
Eightfigure nigga now I used to have insufficient funds
            G                                                
I'm smokin' Gumbo with this bitch this shit killin' her lungs
              C                                  C7         
Don't want no handshake that's fake I better not hug a nigga
                                                    C            
You could be doin' everything right they still gon' judge a nigga
            C7                                              
Gon' keep a gun on me for life I ain't tryna wrestle with ya
                C7                                          
Know I'm fucked up you see a cup every time I take a picture
     C7             
That drink on me bad
             C7         
'member they put me last
Cm                      C7             Cm          
Niggas snakin' so three times a week I cut my grass
                                 G7                    
Just 'case it get ugly you gotta keep somethin' stashed
         G7                                              
It ain't shit to post no money there go five hundred cash
C                           Cm                        
Sendin' messages through my nigga she miss me real bad
Cm                                          
Misery love company she callin' from my past
Ab                   
Tryna reach out to me
          Ab           
Bitch you gotta book me
          G7              G                            
Two three million just in jewelry you can't overlook me


[Chorus]
            C     C7 
Even if you tired ayy
          C7                           
They talk about you when you got a name
                                             C7     
Soon as you get some money they gon' say you changed
G7                                              
At first we was locked in but then we grew apart
                                  C7            
Killed my lil' dawg and that shit broke my heart
C7                             
Stand on my ten everywhere I go
C7                                          
Today might be that day nigga you never know
                G7                          
Went around the world and put on for my hood
G7                                    
Once I get my word then it's overstood
C7                                                         
Renamed and orchestrated the brand they tried to infiltrate
    Cm             C7                 C        
You might be Bread Gang but you ain't Loaf Boys
                    Cm                                     
If all else fails I still got reup money in the floorboards
                       Cm                                        
Spent yours impressin' hoes now you ain't got shit to show for it


[Verse]
    C                                                                 
I'm knowin' you niggas don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you either
        Cm                                                
I don't owe you niggas nothin' I met you through my people
Ab                                                    
Ice on me like glaciers light up like a strip in Vegas
G7                                         
Vv hit like lasers I got commas punctuation
C                          
Pockets fat my dreads nappy
C7                         
On the four I'm real cranky
C7                           
Over here who said I can't be
C7                               
Truth be told you niggas prankin'
Ab                   G7                                  
Better not leave yo' car runnin' they boppin' in the city
G7                        
Pop my shit I'm gettin' it
C7                         
Twist yo' block we spinnin'
C7                                                              
Go too much tension in the street that's why these bodies pilin'
Cm                                                                
All black that Blackout zero point three cause a moment of silence
G7                            G                                    
You probably heard that money changed him he just make it look good
                                                         C   
You probably heard that he a ho and can't go back to his hood
C                             
Meanwhile I'm pourin' fours up
          C                                           
They gon' talk about you whether you doin' good or bad
         Abmaj7                                         
I rather pull off in a foreign and leave 'em in the past
         G7                                            
God know my heart if I fuck with you I give you my last


[Chorus]
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