Capo 4th Fret
JKJ
Chords (relative to capo)
e|-3--2--0--2--
B|-3--3--2--4--
G|-0--2--2--4--
D|-0--0--2--4--
A|-2--0--0--2--
E|-3--0--0--2--
[Chorus]
I get it in âtill sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming âAhhh!!!â
Hey-ey-ey⦠Iâm so paid
Number one hustla get money
Why do you wanna count my money?
Iâma hustla donât need them! One of them yaâll see!
Iâm so paid
I see police on the crooked I
Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95
My shawty leaninâ blasting that Do or Die
Pushinâ that motherf**kinâ wood cuz we certified
Got a system thatâll beat and knock your wall off
Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off
Got a bunch of goons, hoping they never call off
Iâm a sniper sitting on the roof already saw yâall
It ainât too much to put a strain on me
Thatâs the reason why I had to put the blame on me
I rather have them dollar bills rain on me
Then let them haters come and make the name of me
Thatâs whyâ¦
[Chorus]
I get it in âtill sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming âAhhh!!!â
Hey-ey-ey⦠Iâm so paid
Number one hustla get money
Why do you wanna count my money?
Iâma hustla donât need them! One of them yaâll see!
Iâm so paid
I am the boss it only takes one call
For a driver to hit you up and drop you off thatâs all
Guess what I wonât be taking that fall
Homie I got cake thatâs what Iâm paying them for (aha!)
Ainât that funny?
Cuz s want war but ainât got money
Cuz Iâve seen them all talking âtill they start gunninâ
Quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thing running
Yeah! Akon! Weezy!
Block oil holdinâ down Jersey
Devine making sure we gettinâ it up front
My little brother Boo got that vision bake it!
[Chorus]
I get it in âtill sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming âAhhh!!!â
Hey-ey-ey⦠Iâm so paid
Number one hustla get money
Why do you wanna count my money?
Iâma hustla donât need them! One of them yaâll see!
Iâm so paid
[Lil Wayne â Verse 3]
Oh-oh,
Big money Weezy
White wife beater with the sig underneath it
How do I feel bitch I feel undefeated
Snap my fingers disappear from the precinct
Yea!
Iâm ballinâ we ball out
Thoughts of we fallin until the ball bounce
I send some s with guns at yâall house
Only to find out you live in a doll house
Damn!
But I thought you was tough though
We carry choppers on our necks
Call it cut throat
We, bury cowards on the set that they come from
We know magic,
Turn weed smoke to gun smoke
We, ball first when we ride
You, in a hearse when you ride
Ay-yay
I put my shoe down baby
And Iâm holding down Young Mula baby!
Thatâs whyâ¦
[Chorus]
I get it in âtill sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming âAhhh!!!â
Hey-ey-ey⦠Iâm so paid
Number one hustla get money
Why do you wanna count my money?
Iâma hustla donât need them! One of them yaâll see!
Iâm so paid