Tom: G
G D A F
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{Chorus}
G
I get it in till sunrise
D
Doing 90 in a 65
A
Windows rolled down screaming Ahhh!!!
A
Hey-ey-ey
Im so paid
G
Number one hustla get money
D
Why do you wanna count my money?
A F
Ima hustla dont need them! One of them yall see!
A
Im so paid
G
I see police on the crooked I
D
Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95
A
My shawty leanin blasting that Do or Die
A
Pushin that motherf**kin wood cuz we certified
G
Got a system thatll beat and knock your wall off
D
Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off
A
Got a bunch of goons, hoping they never call off
A F A
Im a sniper sitting on the roof already saw yall
G
It aint too much to put a strain on me
D
Thats the reason why I had to put the blame on me
A
I rather have them dollar bills rain on me
A
Then let them haters come and make the name of me
Thats why
{Chorus}
G
I get it in till sunrise
D
Doing 90 in a 65
A
Windows rolled down screaming Ahhh!!!
A
Hey-ey-ey
Im so paid
G
Number one hustla get money
D
Why do you wanna count my money?
A F
Ima hustla dont need them! One of them yall see!
A
Im so paid
G
I am the boss it only takes one call
D
For a driver to hit you up and drop you off thats all
A
Guess what I wont be taking that fall
A
Homie I got cake thats what Im paying them for (aha!)
G
Aint that funny?
D
Cuz niggas want war but aint got money
A
Cuz Ive seen them all talking till they start gunnin
A F A
Quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thing running
G
Yeah! Akon! Weezy!
D
Block oil holdin down Jersey
A
Devine making sure we gettin it up front
A
My little brother Boo got that vision bake it!
{Chorus}
G
I get it in till sunrise
D
Doing 90 in a 65
A
Windows rolled down screaming Ahhh!!!
A
Hey-ey-ey
Im so paid
G
Number one hustla get money
D
Why do you wanna count my money?
A F
Ima hustla dont need them! One of them yall see!
A
Im so paid
{Lil Wayne Verse 3}
Oh-oh,
Big money Weezy
White wife beater with the sig underneath it
How do I feel bitch I feel undefeated
Snap my fingers disappear from the precinct
Yea!
Im ballin we ball out
Thoughts of we fallin' until the ball bounce
I send some niggas with guns at yall house
Only to find out you live in a doll house
Damn!
But I thought you was tough though
We carry choppers on our necks
Call it cut throat
We, bury cowards on the set that they come from
We know magic,
Turn weed smoke to gun smoke
We, ball first when we ride
You, in a hearse when you ride
Ay-yay
I put my shoe down baby
And Im holding down Young Mula baby!
Thats why
{Chorus}
I get it in till sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming Ahhh!!!
Hey-ey-ey
Im so paid
Number one hustla get money
Why do you wanna count my money?
Ima hustla dont need them! One of them yall see!
Im so paid
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