A lot Chords by 21 Savage

[Start]

[Chorus]
N.C.      
I love you
     Cm                             Bb  
Turn my headphone down a little bit yeah
                   
For so many reasons
                             
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
B7   F7            
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Cm                                 
Yeah yeah ah ah whoa whoa whoa yeah
Fm                    
How much money you got
Fm                    
How much money you got
Bb7                   
How much money you got
Bb7                   
How much money you got


[Verse]
Cm                 Cm7
How much money you got
Cm7                      
How many problems you got
Cm7                             
How many people done doubted you
Cm7                
Left you out to rot
Bb                     F7  
How many pray that you flop
F7                      
How many lawyers you got
Bb7                        
How many times you got shot
Bb7                     
How many niggas you shot
Cm                         
How many times did you ride
Cm                       
How many niggas done died
Cm7                         
How many times did you cheat
Cm7                       
How many times did you lie
Bb                     Fm   
How many times did she leave
Fm                        
How many times did she cry
Bb7                               
How many chances she done gave you
Bb7                            
Fuckin' around with these thots
Cm7                                              
Every day that I'm alive I'ma ride with the stick
    Cm7                                          
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
        Bb7                                          
Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
        Bb7                                     
But I'm twentyone fourL ain't no way I'ma switch
                 Bb7               
Break it on down I break it on down
              Bb7                    
I break it on down I break it on down
  Bb7                          
I break it down I break it down


[Chorus]
                  Cm       Fm   Bb7
I break it down I break it down ■  


[Verse]
Cm                                              
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
   Cm                                    
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Bb7                         F7            
Gang vs the world me and my dawg it was us
         Bb7                       
Then you went and wrote a statement
         Bb7                
And that really fucked me up
Cm                  Cm7                             
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
                           Cm                      
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
F7                 Bb7                          
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
        Bb7                                            
But the other side was sunny I get paid to rap on beats
Cm                 Cm7
How much money you got
Cm7                      
How many problems you got
Cm7                             
How many people done doubted you
Cm7                
Left you out to rot
F7                         
How many pray that you flop
F7                      
How many lawyers you got
Bb7                        
How many times you got shot
Bb7                     
How many niggas you shot
Cm7                        
How many times did you ride
Cm7                      
How many niggas done died
Cm7                         
How many times did you cheat
Cm7                       
How many times did you lie
Bb7                         
How many times did she leave
F7                        
How many times did she cry
Bb7                               
How many chances she done gave you
Bb7                            
Fuckin' around with these thots


[Chorus]
                            Cm        
Break it on down I break it ■  on down
Cm                                   
I break it on down I break it on down
            Fm             
Yeah I just came from the A
  Bb7                                         
I drove back home sixhour drive six and a half
Cm                                                                
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga twentyone in the studio
                  Fm                         Bb7                Fm    
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio that's when I knew
               Bb7                               
You a stand up nigga I love seein' shit like that


[Verse]
         C7                          
Question How many faking they streams
C7                              
Getting they plays from machines
C7                                    
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
       C7                           
Niggas ain't really big as they seem
Bb7                 
I never say anything
Bb7                     
Everybody got they thing
Bb7                      
Some niggas make millions
Bb7                    
Other niggas make memes
C7             Cm     
I'm on a money routine
Cm                             
I don't want smoke I want cream
Cm                              
I don't want no more comparisons
          Cm                    
This is a marathon and I'm aware
                  Bb7                           
I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
            Bb7                              
I was never one for the bragging and boasting
              Bb7                                    
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself
        Bb7                        
But the people want everything else
        C7                      Cm7           
Okay no problem I'll show up on everyone album
    Cm7                          
You know what the outcome will be
              Cm7     
I'm batting a thousand
                Cm7                                                     
It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me
        F7                        Bb7               
Fuck it 'cause my nigga twentyone Savage just hit me
                                        Bb7          
And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got
   Bb7                                   
He call it a lot I open my book and I jot
         Cm7                         
Pray for Tekashi they want him to rot
          Cm7                       
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
             Cm                       
'flectin' on how he made it to the top
Cm                                 
Wondering if it was worth it or not
           Bb7                                Fm  
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
                 Bb                           
Just want you to know that you got it my nigga
               Fm                             
Though I never met you I know that you special
                  Fm                                 
And that the Lord blessed you don't doubt it my nigga
Cm7                                
Dennis Smith Jr stay solid my nigga
         Cm7                         
I'm on a tangent not how I planned it
           Cm7                                
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
                                                     F7  
When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out I got a plan
              F7                                                   
They say that success is the greatest revenge tell all your friends
          Bb7                                                  
Cole on a mission cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it
          Bb7           
Before it all ends nigga
Cm                 Cm7
How much money you got
Cm7                      
How many problems you got
Cm7                             
How many people done doubted you
Cm7                
Left you out to rot
F7                         
How many pray that you flop
F7                      
How many lawyers you got
Bb7                        
How many times you got shot
Bb7                     
How many niggas you shot
Cm                         
How many times did you ride
Cm7                      
How many niggas done died
Cm7                         
How many times did you cheat
    Cm7                   
How many times did you lie
F7                          
How many times did she leave
F7                        
How many times did she cry
    Bb7                           
How many chances she done gave you
Bb7                            
Fuckin' around with these thots


[Chorus]
            Cm                     
Break it on down I break it on down
Bb7 Fm                                   
■   I break it on down I break it on down
  Fm                           
I break it down I break it down
                        Cm     
I break it down I break it down
              Cm                  
I break it on down I break it down
              Fm                  
I break it on down I break it down
                Bb7            
I break it down I break it down
                  Fm              Cm Bb7
I break it down I break it down I br ■  


[Outro]