Chords ng Believe That ni
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne

N/A
Susi: Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
Am
Push Impalas and Caprices
(believe that daddy)
C
C
Am
Am
Starch flat, no creases
F
F
C
C
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
Got that work,
you a D boy (believe that daddy)
C
C
E
E
C
C
You a H- O- T Boy
F
F
C
C
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
You a pimp, you got them hoes
(believe that daddy)
C
C
That's that weed smell in your
Dm
Dm
Am
Am
clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred,
shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
C
C
Am
Am
This my block, I run it
(believe that daddy)
F
F
Got them 20s on ya ride
(believe that daddy)
C
C
B
B
C
C
F
F
Croc or gator in side
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
Fine bitch, bowleg (be
F
F
lieve that daddy)
C
C
F
F
And she go both ways
(believe that daddy)
C
C
Am
Am
Slugged up in the front
(believe that daddy)
C
C
F
F
Am
Am
F
F
Got a trunk full of bump
Am
Am
(believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
B
B
dykes (believe that daddy)
C
C
Am
Am
'Cause that's what hoes like
(believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
C
C
Am
Am
I do 'cause I want to push
a Caddy or Mercedes
C
C
Am
Am
I do it for my dudes,
do it for my dudes
C
C
All my niggas on the block that got
Am
Am
C
C
Em
Em
Am
Am
that work to move
Verse 2
Am
Am
It's Weezy, baby,
C
C
young'n from the Dirty South
Get up your dough,
Am
Am
Em
Em
I'm putting birdies out
Am
Am
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you, bitch,
C
C
Em
Em
Am
Am
F
F
Dm
Dm
you still ain't got a dirty mouth
C
C
Am
Am
The hood still ain't got over the drought
So you should sleep on your roof,
B
B
Am
Am
just to watch over ya house
Nigga, we Tymin', the cost of my
watch over ya house
C
C
I'm a boss man,
Am
Am
I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lamby
C
C
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood,
Am
Am
you good, you family
Em
Em
Am
Am
My boys like to pull them
blammies, and big pimp
F
F
C
C
Am
Am
Mami suck dick 'til she
F
F
Am
Am
pull your hammy, homey
You know we only keepin' it gangsta
C
C
F
F
Am
Am
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
C
C
All I need is my banger, nigga, it's Weezy
Em
Em
Am
Am
Em
Em
This shit over, somebody king me
Am
Am
Push Impalas and
Verse 3
Am
Am
Caprices
(believe that daddy)
C
C
Am
Am
F
F
Starch flat, no creases
Am
Am
F
F
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
Got that work,
you a D boy (believe that daddy)
C
C
E
E
Em
Em
You a H- O- T Boy
C
C
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
You a pimp, you got them hoes
(believe that daddy)
C
C
That's that weed smell in your clothes
F
F
Am
Am
(believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred,
shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
C
C
This my block,
Am
Am
I run it (believe that daddy)
F
F
Got them 20s on ya ride
(believe that daddy)
C
C
F
F
Croc or gator in side
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
C
C
F
F
And she go both ways
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
Slugged up in the front
(believe that daddy)
C
C
F
F
Got a trunk full of bump
Am
Am
(believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
dykes (believe that daddy)
C
C
'Cause that's what hoes like
Am
Am
(believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies,
do it for the ladies
C
C
Am
Am
I do it 'cause I want to
push a Caddy or Mercedes
C
C
Am
Am
I do it for my dudes,
do it for my dudes
C
C
Em
Em
Am
Am
All my niggas on the block that
Em
Em
got that work to move
Am
Am
Yeah,
Verse 4
you don't want to play with me,
C
C
I touch you, man
E
E
Am
Am
Lose your man in a tussle,
but y'all don't see me
C
C
Y'all can't hear me, this a Def Jam,
call me Russell, man
Am
Am
Em
Em
I played on Martin,
Am
Am
call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the
B
B
Em
Em
E
E
Em
Em
yayo muscle, man
Am
Am
But on the under, I got that wonder,
to stop that thunder
C
C
Em
Em
That rumble in the side of your stomach,
C
C
Em
Em
piled on water
Am
Am
How do you want it,
C
C
come through in a Coupe powder blue or
E
E
Em
Em
F
F
Aqua water, how do you want it,
Am
Am
man?
C
C
Hey, I tote a lot of toolies, dun,
Em
Em
F
F
I done broke a lot of hoopties dun
Em
Em
Am
Am
I done drove a lot of QPs from
here and there on the road
B
B
Em
Em
But a nigga gotta move this, son,
Am
Am
and I show you how to do this, son
C
C
Am
Am
That's that boy Weezy Wee, yeah,
Em
Em
CMB, bitch, in your stomach
Am
Am
Push Impalas and
Verse 5
Am
Am
Caprices
(believe that daddy)
C
C
Am
Am
Starch flat, no creases
F
F
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
Got that work,
you a D boy (believe that daddy)
F
F
C
C
E
E
Em
Em
F
F
You a H- O- T Boy
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
You a pimp, you got them hoes
(believe that daddy)
C
C
Am
Am
That's that weed smell in your clothes
Dm
Dm
Am
Am
(believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred,
shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
C
C
Am
Am
This my block, I run it
(believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride
(believe that daddy)
F
F
C
C
F
F
Croc or gator inside
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
Fine bitch,
Am
Am
bowleg (believe that daddy)
C
C
F
F
And she go both ways
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
Slugged up in the front
(believe that daddy)
F
F
C
C
F
F
Got a trunk full of bump
Am
Am
(believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like
F
F
(believe that daddy)
Am
Am
Now I do it for the ladies,
do it for the ladies
I do it 'cause I want to push
a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block
Outro 1
that got that work to move

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