Drake – Big Amount feat. 2 Chainz

Chords and Lyrics Drake – Big Amount feat. 2 Chainz

Artist : Drake & 2 Chainz
Song : Big Amount
                               
Verse 1 :
G
I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now
D
If you, if you woke up this mornin'
Em
(Nigga you winnin' for real...)
C
I got a big amount, I took a different route
G
I am the pick of the litter
D
I was in juvy, they gave me community
Em
I had to pick up some litter
C
I want it easy, please do not tease me
G
I wore my Yeezys to dinner
D
This is the season, I got the seasonin'
Em
Don't make me sprinkle you niggas
C
I got my reasons, you wanna please me
G
Send me the pussy, not pictures
D
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'
Em
She turn to freak on the liquor
C
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
G
Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches
D
Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches
Em
Yeah, rock double cross on these bitches, yeah
C
Dearly departed, gather today
G
On some Prince shit
D
You know what they say
Em
Me and my safe, got a friendship
C
Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid
G
Gettin' laid
D
Bitch made, took off sick days
Em
6 trey, 64 bounce, bitch, bounce
C
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
G
Patty melt with the hash browns
D
Tryna avoid all the pat downs
Em
Tryna avoid all the lame hoes
C
Weirdos in the background
G
Black out when I back out
D
Blow the horn for a pedestrian
Em
Shawty ride like an equestrian
C
I bought the dress that she in
G
Red bottoms in his and hers
D
Got a Rollie in his and hers
Em
Got a car in his and hers
C
Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"
G
Last night was a blur to me
D
This mornin' I got two with me
Em
I don't know what to do with me
C
Goin' ape like the zoo with me
G
Got a tool with the screw missin'
D
Two girls in the pool kissin'
Em
Everywhere I go, the rod with me
C
Cause these niggas actin' too fishy

Chorus :
G
Fuck y'all niggas on, man?
D
Duffle bag forever
Em
Just left V Live
C
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive

Yeah...!

Verse 2 :
G
Look, I got a big amount
D
I think I'm the biggest out
Em
Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out
C
Lit and you can't even put it out
G
Got the Billboard melodies
D
Rap is somethin' I do on the side
Em
Crossed over to the other side
C
And I didn't even have to die
G
Got the money and I never show it
D
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Em
Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams
C
And he say, "You bad and you know it"
G
Better shamone with my check then
D
I'm a J. Prince investment
Em
Niggas love to talk reckless
C
Then see me like best friends
G
Got the same color FN
D
And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin
Em
Five stars, nothin' less than
C
Fuck niggas on your payroll
G
And you let 'em know the safe code
D
And you knew him for a month though
Em
But you call them niggas big bro
C
You could move in the Hidden Hills
G
And you still don't live by the same code
D
I'm respected everywhere I go
Em
Nigga, long live Bankroll
C
Skip the rainbow, funny stop shit

And it's straight to the pot of gold

Somebody, everybody know

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