Obama Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]Fuck you[Eb] lookin at, ayy[D]
You think I'm fuckin' crazy, ayy
The fuck?
You know what I'm [Bb]sayin'?
Sosa's on the motherfuckin'
beat now
Fuckin' with [Am]the fuckin' I8 driv
[A]in' through the fuckin' streets
Just [Bb]tryna carry my fuckin' shit down
the motherfuckin' ship
[A]You know what I'm sayin'?
Don't be fuckin' callin' your homeboys
I'm [D]just [Bb]one fuckin' gangster against
all you mother fuck[Am]ers
[A]Come on, the [Am]fuck is up? [G]You
know what I'm sayin'?
T up [A]motherfucker
[Am]Step [A]ya fuckin' game up
[D]Sosa since

[Verse 2]
you got this money,
you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthafuckin' hood,
its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel,
it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit,
it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in,
and have your ears
Before my son grow older,
I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame
it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said,

[Verse 3]
"Really?"
[D]On some street shit,
come and get you in a Hemi
On some rich shit, pick you up in a Bentley
I'm [Eb]ridin' [D]stock paint,
and my shit still look like candy
[Eb]All [D]these tools [A]on m[D]e, man
I look like Handy Manny
[Eb]Nigga [D]I'm an astronaut,
Nigga you's a Sandy
You ain't never jump out the water,
you use to swimmin'
[Bb]That mean you never jump[D]ed out the porch,
no types of sports
[Eb]I got my own s[D]hit,
I don't need no type of source
Me [Bb]and guap, we be kickin'
[A]it in all types of sorts
Hit [G]the Louis store,
and I [A]buy all types of shorts
Don't [Bb]let me in the NBA, we
[A]knock it off the shore
Bump me [G]my mothafuckin' pistol,
[A]knock you off the court

[Verse 4]
Sosa [D]since you got this money,
you disappear
That how you feel
In the mothafuckin' hood,
its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel,
it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit,
it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in,
and have your ears
Before my son grow older,
I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame
it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said,

[Verse 5]
"Really?"
[D]On some country shit,
I pick you up in a dump
Police in my trunk,
what the fuck they tryin' [Eb]find?
When they pull [D]me over,
they say I smell like a pound
I say I'm always goin' up,
I'm never Gloin' down
[Eb]Twitter this[D], Twitter that,
I'm goin' Slim Dunk
Pull [Eb]up on[D] ya block,
what's in my gun make ya run
This [Eb]ballin' [D]shit be fun,
but shootin' pistols funner
I [Eb]get the money [D]later,
I got shootin' pistols hunger
[Bb]And when[Eb] I'm d[D]one sparkin',
roll up and I forgot
Sosa you can't have this snub in the club,
I ain't retarded
I do [Eb]everythin' [D]without givin' fucks,
I nonchalant it
Sosa, what the goals you want
in life? I want the money
Sosa, what type of weed you
smoke? I want the onions
Sosa, what type of chips you
like? I want the Funyuns
I'm ridin' low in cold water
or I'm ridin' around
Came with my cannon,
can't win, don't try it

[Verse 6]
Sosa [D]since you got this money,
you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthafuckin' hood,
its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel,
it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was,
it's how you is
[Eb]When I come have [D]your 3D glasses
in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older,
I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame
it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said,

[Outro 1]
"Really?"
[D]