キー: Bb major•
Intro 1
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
Chorus 1
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you
fuckin around with these thots?
Verse 1
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
if I turn to a snitch
Interlude 1
But I'm 21 4L, ain’t no way I'ma switch
I break it down, I break it down
Verse 2
I break it down, I break it down
just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Then you went and wrote a statement,
and that really fucked me up
and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life
and it turned me to the streets
and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny,
Chorus 2
I get paid to rap on beats
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you
Interlude 2
fuckin around with these thots?
I drove back home,
six-hour drive, six-and-a-half
to see my nigga 21 in the studio
right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand-up nigga,
I love seein' shit like that
Verse 3
Question
Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
everybody got they thing (True)
Some niggas make millions,
other niggas make memes (Hmm)
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don't want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I’m aware
from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping
the music would speak for itself,
but the people want everything else
I’ll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
It’s got to the point that these rappers
don't even like rappin' with me
And told me he saved me a spot
on a new record he got
He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
’Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know
that you got it, my nigga
Though I never met you,
I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you,
don't doubt it, my nigga
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some fans
that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out,
They say that success is the greatest revenge,
tell all your friends
Cole on a mission,
cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it
Chorus 3
Before it all ends, nigga
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you
Outro 1
fuckin around with these thots?
I break it on down, I break it on down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
Cm
Bb
(I love you for so many reasons)
[Fade out]
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