Wiz Khalifa – Good Dank (Guitar)

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Chords

[Intro]
C#m     A
   Yeah

C#m
   Ten steps ahead of these niggas

A
 That's why they fuck with me instead of these niggas

C#m      A
   Fool

                       F#m
Kush and orange juice, nigga

          G#m
I'm tryna use better words...

C#m
Bitch

A
 Jerm on the boards

C#m                                        A
   This time around we want all the money

C#m
   You niggas short changin' and shit

A
 Show somethin'

F#m
   Champagne and E-Z widers

G#m
   Presidential views
[Verse 1]
 C#m                                       A
I   keeps it real, nothin' like you actors do
Joints I flick
            C#m
Bomb raps I kicks off
Can't rip this off
            A
Tag on your mattress, fool

                C#m
You'd rather be high
This that shit, bitch
               A
Now you in the presence of the fly

               F#m
Louis cover my eyes
Not them hundred dollar Ray-Bans
G#m
Fam, these 675

        C#m
Rap ass niggas tellin you lies

                          A
Runnin' game, some things money just can't disguise

                           C#m
That's why keepin' it G is where I keep my pride

                                 A
You a lame, cause I'm good wit a couple niggas who ride
Look fella
C#m
   Trees yellin'
Just by the smell you can tell us
A
Chronic I smoke hella
My pockets want mozzarella
F#m
   Your bitch here twistin' up like propellers

G#m
Got my paper right

                                       C#m
Now we like white boy hair the way they   jeal-ous
[Hook] When we come we came to spend money
   A                                                         C#m
We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin' their hoes

                                           A
She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank

                                               C#m
Then go back to my place don't ask you already know
Ain't worried 'bout another nigga
                 A
While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time

F#m                                                  G#m
   Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side

                           C#m     A
But they don't wanna see me   fly

                       C#m      A
They don't wanna see me   fly

                  C#m
The life is all I know

                    A
To live this way, I chose

                  F#m
Grindin' paid its toll
Oh, oh
         G#m
Now everywhere I go I fly
[Verse 2]
C#m
   Most of my bitches use and abuse

      A
These niggas, call it making 'em pay they dues

                  C#m
Spendin' all your hard-earned money on bags and shoes

              A
When all they really need is kush and orange juice
Shit, that's what I feed 'em
C#m
   They download my songs
Watch my interviews and read 'em
A
 Treat her like you love her
I fuck her once then I don't need her
F#m
   I'm playin'
I keep a couple of them skinnies
       G#m
That I hit up anytime I'm in they city

                      C#m
Shorty, I ain't on no sports team, but ya nigga ballin

                 A
Don't pick up my line less I see its money callin'

                     C#m
Jordan shorts by the pair and my socks is Ralph Lauren

               A
And I got that there from my nigga down New Orleans

C#m  A
     Real as they come, every one of my niggas all in

F#m                                               G#m
   Niggas'll talk slick, but me I'm gettin to the paper
Cause they see us and act like they never hated
C#m
   Gang, gang
[Hook] When we come we came to spend money
   A                                                        C#m
We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin their hoes

                                           A
She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank

                                               C#m
Then go back to my place don't ask you already know
Ain't worried 'bout another nigga
                 A
While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time

F#m                                                  G#m
   Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side

                           C#m     A
But they don't wanna see me   fly

                       C#m      A
They don't wanna see me   fly

                  C#m
The life is all I know

                    A
To live this way, I chose

                  F#m
Grindin' paid its toll
Oh, oh
         G#m          C#m   A
Now everywhere I go I fly
[Tag]
                         C#m             A
Taylor gang in this bitch   you a fool

                C#m                        A
Big bags of kush,  put a x in the middle

                    F#m        G#m
Add the orange juice   nigga
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