Nasty chords and lyrics - GUCCI MANE

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Do something to make me [Bb]feel
[F]good [Am](1017)
Only thing [Bb]make me feel good is
[Am]a body (yeah)
I like [Bb]money (me too), but I'm havin' ma
[Am]terialistic [Bb]thoughts (hah)
(Damn, COUPE)
[Am]All my life I'm chasin' money,

[Verse 2]
[Bb]
so I'm havin' my way (havin' my way)
All my [Am]life I was chasin' money,
so now I'm havin' [Dm]my way (I'm havin' my way)
And [Am]these bitches on my dick, [Bb]tell 'em,
"Come get a taste" (come get a taste)
[Am]I'm a young rich nigga, bitch,
you know I came a long [Dm]way (came a long way)
I was pack[Am]in' pistols every [Bb]day,
check out my status (check out my status)
[Am]And I got a lot of money,
you can check [Dm]out my karats (check out my karats)
[Am]And I keep them shooters with [Bb]me, say the word,
they gon' blast it (they gon' blast it)
Man, [Am]this shit will get [Dm]nasty
(shit will get nasty)
Yeah, [Am]sticks get to clappin',

[Verse 3]
[Bb]
they don't want no smoke (no)
Niggas always [Am]callin' po- po when I kill
[Dm]they folk (when I kill they folk)
And you know, they [Am]gotta free one of my dawg[Bb]s on
that death row (on that [Am]death row)
On that death row,
[Dm]yeah (o h,[Am] no)
Y'all niggas don't know what
[Bb]we done been through
The shit that we done [Am]done just to get here, man,
you wouldn't [Dm]knew (man, you wouldn't knew)
Uh- uh, [Am]gotta keep it low- key [Bb]in these streets,
always packin' heat [Am](yeah)
And I know these niggas work with [Dm]12, they
the police [Am](workin')
Man, you know that shit got [Bb]under my skin,
hate the police [Am](hate 'em)
Guess we wasn't raised the same way,
[Dm]he don't know me (he don't know me[Am])
If you think you tryin' the [Bb]Big Slime,
got to show me (got to [Am]show me)
Hoin' them, it ain't no ho in me,
if they didn't [Dm]know me

[Verse 4]
All my [Am]life I'm chasin' money,
[Bb]so I'm havin' my way (havin' my way)
[Am]All my life I was chasin' money,
so now I'm havin' [Dm]my way (I'm havin' my way)
And these [Am]bitches on my dick, [Bb]tell 'em,
"Come get a taste" (come get a taste)
[Am]I'm a young rich nigga, bitch,
you know I came [Dm]a long way (came a long way)
I [Am]was packin' pistols every [Bb]day,
check out my status (check out my status)
[Am]And I got a lot of money,
you can check [Dm]out my karats (check out my karats)
[Am]And I keep them shooters with [Bb]me, say the word,
they gon' blast it (they gon' blast it)
Man, [Am]this shit will get nasty
(shit will [Dm]get nasty)
I've been [Am]robbin' niggas, takin' shit

[Verse 5]
[Bb]
since back in the day (facts)
All my [Am]life, I been a criminal,
and crime [Dm]does pay (facts)
[Am]When them Hellcats pull up, don't
get [Bb]hit with a stray
'Cause that shit [Am]can get nasty,
shot in the face (grra)
Couple niggas wanna try me,
but [Bb]they don't wanna die (no)
'Cause I dropped [Am]money on you
like you rained out [Dm]the sky
You know [Am]I gotta get the last [Bb]lick,
it's eye for an eye
They gon' [Am]wrap you in [Dm]plastic
Watch them [Am]niggas reminiscin',
[Bb]tell 'em, "Get off [Dm]my dick" (ho)
Since [Am]you remember so much,
don't forget you [Dm]a bitch (bitch)
I was [Am]on my dick,
nobody [Bb]wanted to throw Gucci shit (it's Gucci)
I was [Am]young, broke,
and [Dm]ashy (Wop)
All my [Am]life I'm chasin' money,

[Verse 6]
[Bb]
so I'm havin' my way (havin' my way)
All my [Am]life I was chasin' money,
so now I'm havin' [Dm]my way (I'm havin' my way)
And these [Am]bitches on my dick, [Bb]tell 'em,
"Come get a taste" (come get a taste)
[Am]I'm a young rich nigga, bitch,
you know I came a long [Dm]way (came a long way)
I was pack[Am]in' pistols every [Bb]day,
check out my status (check out my status)
And I [Am]got a lot of money,
you can check [Dm]out my karats (check out my karats)
[Am]And I keep them shooters with [Bb]me, say the word,
they gon' blast it (they gon' blast it)
Man, [Am]this shit will get nasty
[Dm](shit will get nasty)
[Am]Drum on the sticky

[Verse 7]
[Bb]
(21), 'xtendo on the blicky [Am](21)
I don't talk on phones 'cause I know
these nig[Dm]gas M[Am]ickies (pussy)
All these rappers [Bb]bitchy, Big
4L, we run the city (big[Am]facts)
Savage rock them VV's, all these
diamonds [Dm]got me nippy (21)
He fi[Am]nally got some money,
[Bb]think he tough, now he in a bag
[Am]Swear I need some new opps 'cause my
old [Dm]oppskeep on throwin' flags
[Am]Pull up in your hood, [Bb]blow it down,
jump in the car and smash
[Am]Credit good with all the killers,
I put [Dm]bodies on my tab
[Am]Got- got your hood in my[Bb] blunt
(21), M in [Am]the truck (pussy)
Richard on my [Dm]wrist (pussy) one,
they playin' [Am]tunk (pussy)
I [Bb]don't fake pump (pussy), bust
him like a bump
[Am]We at the bottom of the hill with[Dm]
them choppers in the front (21)
All [Am]my life I'm chasin' money,

[Verse 8]
[Bb]
so I'm havin' my way (havin' my way)
All [Am]my life I was chasin' money,
so now I'm havin' [Dm]my way (I'm havin' my way)
And these [Am]bitches on my dick, [Bb]tell 'em,
"Come get a taste" (come get a taste)
[Am]I'm a young rich nigga, bitch,
you know I came [Dm]a long way (came a long way)
I was [Am]packin' pistols every [Bb]day,
check out my status (check out my status)
[Am]And I got a lot of money,
you can check [Dm]out my karats (check out my karats)
[Am]And I keep them shooters with [Bb]me, say the word,
they gon' blast it (they gon' blast it)
Man, this [Am]shit will get nasty (shit will [Dm]get nasty)

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