LUH TYLER feat NOCAP - Weeks

                Original Key: C Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 90
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU

 [INTRO]

  Cm Fm Gm 
 
 (Al Geno on the track)
 
 
 [CHORUS] 
  Cm         Fm
 Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
              Gm                                         Cm
 Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
                 Fm 
 We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
                    Gm                                       Cm
 Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings

 Cm             Fm
 Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
              Gm                                           Cm 
 Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
  Cm                  Fm 
 We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
                 Gm                                            Cm
 Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings

 
 [VERSE] 
     Cm                   Fm
 I done turned into a star, remember when thеy doubted me
                                 Gm                     Cm
 Now we up thеre at the top, I know moms lookin' proud at me
     Cm                     Fm
 When shit get rough, you gotta keep on grindin', that's just how it be
                       Gm                                           Cm
 Man, this shit, it came at the perfect timing, know them niggas see

 Cm       Fm 
 Yeah, nigga know we can't cheat
                       Gm                                     Cm
 Man, my nigga just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three
   Cm           Fm
 Nigga, I'ma make 'em mad and drop them diamonds, they gon' freeze
                Gm
 Nigga snap on beats, we eat
                              Cm
 I guess that rappin' in my genes
 
 
 [CHORUS] 
  Cm         Fm
 Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
              Gm                                         Cm
 Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
                 Fm 
 We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
                    Gm                                       Cm
 Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings

 Cm             Fm
 Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
              Gm                                           Cm 
 Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
  Cm                  Fm 
 We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
                 Gm                                            Cm
 Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings

 [POST-CHORUS]
   Cm                            Fm 
 Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business
 Fm                         Gm                                           Cm 
 Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the shit that I don't mention
 Cm                Fm
 We was just servin' fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton
                 Gm                                Cm
 I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don't Do no conversatin'

 Cm                 Fm
 Remember days in public housin', now we flyin' private
                       Gm                        Cm 
 Packin' everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden
     Cm                   Fm
 All my nigga in the pen', but I still make deposits
                      Gm 
 I cut the lean off, been havin' withdrawals for weeks

 [VERSE] 
   Cm       Fm 
 Been tryna buy love, make sure I keep all the receipts
                  Gm
 I can get him touched, ain't talkin' pedophile, we creep
   Cm              Fm 
 Lambos and 'Rari Vs, just know that shit we need for speed
                      Gm
 Bro sold that dog food and I ain't never seen him breed

 Cm                        Fm
 Stick up in the box'll send 'em down below
     Fm                    Gm 
 Blew up, now I see what you around me for
   Cm                 Fm 
 You who I want, but girl, don't never think I need you
              Gm
 Pull up i8, Go ask the hood, I'm the one feed 'em

 Cm                     Fm 
 But they say I been actin' funny since I got on
  Fm                  Gm 
 Luh Tyler, Do you want this ho? My nigga, I don't (Al Geno on the track)
  Cm               Fm
 Got dream to Go buy a island, I'm playin' blind
                      Gm                             Cm 
 My bitch, she top tier, but blowin' up my phone cryin'

 [CHORUS] 
  Cm         Fm
 Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
              Gm                                         Cm
 Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
                 Fm 
 We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
                    Gm                                       Cm
 Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
 
 [POST-CHORUS]
       Cm                 Fm
 Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business
                            Gm                                            Cm 
 Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the shit that I don't mention
  Cm                      Fm
 We was just servin' fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton
  Fm                     Gm 
 I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don't Do no conversatin'

 Cm                        Fm
 Remember days in public housin', now we flyin' private
                       Gm
 Packin' everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden
   Cm                 Fm 
 All my nigga in the pen', but I still make deposits
                      Gm
 I cut the lean off, been havin' withdrawals for weeks