Ghana Chords by NoCap

[Start]

[Intro]
Am7                         Bb 
Kim J ballin' on these hoes huh
F Dm7 Am7 Bb F F D7
■ ■   ■   ■  ■ ■ ■ 
A7                                
Straight from West Africa in Ghana
        Bb                               
We love you NoCap you are the hood doctor
Bb         
Free ghetto
  F                                       
I told her I ain't come to make no promise
                   Dm A7    Bb
I got a gunner out in Ghana ■ 


[Verse]
F                             Am           Am7  Am
■ Ay anything for my gang I'm neighborhood hero ■ 
C  Bb                                    F               
Ay problems that money gon' bring that's all that we know
Dm           Dm7                    Am7          
Ay I used to post on the block in a Burberry coat
C Bb                                  F                    Dm7
■ Police know I'm reckless they might try me with the RICO ay 
                          Am7       
Fuck the bank I'ma go and stash that
           C                                 
Fuck these rappers tell 'em give my swag back
                             F      
I had a talk with God in the Hellcat
                      Dm7     
Ice on a nigga like a meth lab
                                 Am7       
All them niggas know is trap and take baths
                                C      
All my bitches know is trap and do hair
Bbmaj7   Bb                F         
Take the roof off chop the coupe hair
                                     Dm7       
He thought the smoke was old now the news there


[Chorus]
                      Am7    
I'm popping seals not bottles
            Bb                  
Just like a drivethru nigga yeah
                   F    
I got my broads in order
                        Dm7               
Clippers the only thing that bald his head
                     Am7     
He won't talk to God about it
                       F           Bb  
This ain't mine this a rental lil' baby
                          F      
Don't ask what my cars be costing
                     F               
Snakes on me this is Gucci lil' nigga
    Dm7                  Am7   
I'm dripping that poison off me
                           Bb    
When I'm low I can call up shawty


[Verse]
                 Bb     
Like a dawg in a vehicle
F                               D7       
Get mad when I spill my lean on carpet ay
Dm7                 D7                 
Ran up my bands and still gon' march it
Am7                 C     Bb
It don't matter the month ay
                 F                                   
I'm a drum boxer I pour lean in my Hawaiian and punch
     Dm7                Am7                             
Ay I want your hoe then I won't take her I'ma borrow her
Bb          F                         D7      
I went gold in my state just like the Warriors
                    Am7                        F         
Twenty bitches want me always thought that was impossible
                                                  Dm 
My nigga not a tranny what the fuck he got a body for


[Chorus]
                      A7    
And he got that tummy tucked
                             Bb                     F     
I went to hell and came back nigga still ain't done enough
     Dm                            A7           
Only problem I got is sittin' back on being real
                        Bb                F              
What I spent on codeine I could've bought a Richard Mille
                         Am7                               C      
I'm with my nigga out of Africa a killer accent I run with savages
Bb                     F                                 
Twenty bitches want me always thought that was impossible
Dm7                   Am7                         C  
My nigga not a tranny what the fuck he got a body for
Bb                    F     
And he got that tummy tucked
Dm7                         Am7              
Ay anything for my gang I'm neighborhood hero
   F                                                       
Ay ■ problems that money gon' bring that's all that we know
Dm7                                 Am7          
Ay I used to post on the block in a Burberry coat
C        Bb                               F                Dm7
■ Police know I'm reckless they might try me with the RICO ay 


[Verse]
                          Am7       
Fuck the bank I'ma go and stash that
                                    Bb       
Fuck these rappers tell 'em give my swag back
                             F      
I had a talk with God in the Hellcat
                      Dm7     
Ice on a nigga like a meth lab
                                 Am7       
All them niggas know is trap and take baths
                                F      
All my bitches know is trap and do hair
Bb                         F         
Take the roof off chop the coupe hair
                                                Dm7
He thought the smoke was old now the news there ■  


[Chorus]
A7                                        
Clippers the only thing that bald his head
                     F       
He won't talk to God about it
                       Dm              
This ain't mine this a rental lil' baby
                          Dm     
Don't ask what my cars be costing
N.C.                              
Straight from West Africa in Ghana
N.C.         
No Cap you're