A Lot

21 Savage

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Intro
C7 
I love you 

        C7                             C7 
Turn my   headphone down a little bit   yeah 


For so many reasons 

                         Bb7      F7 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah    yeah  


Yeah yeah yeah yeah 


Chorus
Cm              Cm 
  Yeah yeah ah   ah whoa whoa whoa yeah 

Fm                 Bb7 
How much money you got 

Fm 
How much money you got 

Fm 
How much money you got 

Fm7 
How much money you got 


Verse
Cm                 Cm7 
How much money you got 


How many problems you got 

Cm7 
How many people done doubted you 


Left you out to rot 

Bb 
How many pray that you flop 

F7 
How many lawyers you got 

Bb7 
How many times you got shot 


How many niggas you shot 

Cm                     Cm7 
How many times did you ride 


How many niggas done died 

Cm7 
How many times did you cheat 


How many times did you lie 

F7                     Bb7 
How many times did she leave 


How many times did she cry 

Bb7 
How many chances she done gave you 


Fuckin' around with these thots 

      Cm7          Cm 
Every day that I'm alive I'ma ride with the stick 

    Cm 
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich 

        Bb7                          F7 
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 

                               Fm 
Break it on down I break it on down 


I break it on down I break it on down 


Chorus

Verse
        Cm Fm   Cm         Bb7    Cm 
I break it down   I break    it down 


I break it down I break it down 


Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks 

   Cm7                   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 


And that really fucked me up 

   Cm 
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast 

   Cm7 
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets 

Bb7                F7 
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 


How many problems you got 

Cm7                          Cm 
How many people done doubted you 


Left you out to rot 

F7 
How many pray that you flop 


How many lawyers you got 

Bb7 
How many times you got shot 


How many niggas you shot 

Cm                          Cm7 
How many times did you ride  


How many niggas done died 

Cm7 
How many times did you cheat 


How many times did you lie 

F7                     Bb7 
How many times did she leave 


How many times did she cry 

Bb7 
How many chances she done gave you 


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                                    Cm 
I drove back home sixhour drive six and a half  

         Cm7                                                       Cm 
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga twentyone in the studio  

                       Fm 
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio that's when I knew 

               Bb7                 Fm             Bb7 
You a stand up nigga I love seein' shit like that  


Verse
         F7                   Cm7 
Question How many faking they streams 

C7 
Getting they plays from machines 

C7 
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors 


Niggas ain't really big as they seem 

Bb7 
I never say anything 


Everybody got they thing 

Bb7 
Some niggas make millions 


Other niggas make memes 

Cm 
I'm on a money routine 


I don't want smoke I want cream 

Cm 
I don't want no more comparisons 


This is a marathon and I'm aware 

                  Fm 
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 


But the people want everything else 

        Cm                      Cm7 
Okay no problem I'll show up on everyone album 

    Cm 
You know what the outcome will be 

              Cm7 
I'm batting a thousand 


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 


He call it a lot I open my book and I jot 

         Cm7 
Pray for Tekashi they want him to rot 

              Cm 
I picture him inside a cell on a cot 

             Cm 
'flectin' on how he made it to the top 


Wondering if it was worth it or not 

           Fm                                 Bb7 
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot 


Just want you to know that you got it my nigga 

               Bb 
Though I never met you I know that you special 


And that the Lord blessed you don't doubt it my nigga 

             Cm 
Dennis Smith Jr stay solid my nigga 


I'm on a tangent not how I planned it 

           Cm7 
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship 

                                                     Bb7 
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 

          Bb 
Before it all ends nigga 


Chorus
Cm7 
How much money you got 

Cm7               Bb7 
How many problems you got 


Verse
Bb7             Cm7 
How many people done doubted you 

         Cm7 
Left you    out to rot 

                   F7     Bb7 
How many pray that   you flop 


How many lawyers you got 

Bb7 
How many times you got shot 


Chorus
                Cm          Cm 
How many niggas   you shot  

               Bb7 F7     Bb7          Cm 
How many times      did    you ride  

                     Cm      Bb7 
How many niggas done   died  

    Fm 
How many times did you cheat 


Verse
    Fm                    Cm 
How   many times did you   lie 

         Cm7           Cm7 
How many    times did    she leave 

                       F7 
How many times did she cry 

                          Bb7 
How many chances she done    gave you 

                    Cm 
Fuckin' around with these thots 

Cm7                            Cm 
Break it on down I break it on down 

           Fm                 Bb7 
I break it on down I break it on down 

                        Bb7 
I break it down I break it down 


I break it down I break it down 

        Cm7 
I break it on down I break it down 

Cm7 
I break it on down I break it down 

Bb7 
I break it down I break it down 

        Bb7             Cm7 
I break it down I break it down I br 

Cm7 F7 Bb7 
      


Chorus
Cm Bb7 Fm Cm Fm 
          


Outro
Cm Cm Cm Cm Cm Cm 
           


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