Kunci Gitar Cardi B - Money

Capo: 2nd fret

[Verse 1]
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Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real
Em
I ride on his dick in some big tall heels
F#m
Big fat checks, big large bills
Em
Front, I’ll flip like ten cartwheels
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Cold ass bitch, I give broads chills
Em
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
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I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills
Em
He eat in the car, that’s meals on wheels (Woo)

[Chorus]
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I was born to flex (Yes)

Diamonds on my neck
Em
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex (Woo)
F#m
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
Em
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
F#m
I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money)
Em
All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow)
F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin’ out the roof
Em
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow)
F#m
Shake a lil ass (Money)

Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Em
Get a little cash (Money)

Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money)
F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin’ out the roof
Em
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)

Bustin’ out the roof (Cardi)

[Verse 2]
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I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit

I need room for my legs
Em
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah

I need cheese for my egg
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All y’all bitches in trouble

Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle

I heard that Cardi went pop
Em
Yeah, I did go pop (Pop)

That’s me bustin’ they bubble
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I’m Dasani with the drip

Baby mommy with the clip
Em
Walk out Follie’s with a bitch

Bring a thottie to the whip

If she fine or she thick, goddamn
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Walkin’ past the mirror, ooh

Damn, I’m fine (Fine)
Em
Let a bitch try me, boom (Boom)

Hammer time, uh

[Chorus]
F#m
I was born to flex (Yes)

Diamonds on my neck
Em
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex (Woo)
F#m
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)

All I really wanna see is the (Money)
Em
I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money)

All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow)
F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin’ out the roof
Em
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow)
F#m
Shake a lil ass (Money)

Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Em
Get a little cash (Money)

Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money)
F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin’ out the roof
Em
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)

Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow)

[Verse 3]
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Bitch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops)

Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr)
Em
You know who popped the most shit? (Who?)

The people whose shit not together (Okay)
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You’da bet Cardi a freak (Freak)

All my pajamas is leather (Uh)
Em
Bitch, I will black on your ass (Yeah)

Wakanda forever
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Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun

Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
Em
Cardi at the tip-top, bitch

Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Uh)
F#m
Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy)
Em
Make that nigga put down 2K

I like my niggas dark like D’USSÉ

He gonna eat this ass like soup (Ayy)

[Chorus]
F#m
I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
Em
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex
F#m
But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture

(Kulture, Kulture, Kulture)

All I really wanna see is the (Money)
Em
I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money)

All a bad bitch need is the
Em
K.K.C (Woo)

[Outro]
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