Blunt Blowin

	  		
Intro 
Gm F 
Gm F 
Eb D 

verse 1 
Gm 
I live it up like these are my last days 
F 
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid 
Gm 
Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass 
F 
Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag 
Eb 
Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting 
D 
I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect 
Gm 
Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters 
    F 
But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper 
Gm 
So love or hate me, I stay hate-free 
             F 
They say we learn from mistakes; why, that's why they mistake me 
            Eb 
I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers 
 D 
All hail Weezy, call it bad weather 
Gm 
I stick to the script, I memorize the lines 
F 
Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times 
Gm 
You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds 
              F 
And they say never say never, but fuck it, nevermind 
           Eb 
I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong 
 D 
Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah 


       Gm             F 
I'mma blunt blowin', Polo drawers showin' 
Gm                      F 
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga 
          Eb 
With my money growing, no matter where you going 
           D 
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga (2x) 


verse 2 
Gm                        F 
Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches 
Gm                       F 
All about my riches, my name should be Richard 
Eb 
Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors 
D 
Life is a choice, and death is a decision 
Gm                       F 
Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch 
Gm 
I still got the vision like a line between two dots 
Eb 
Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter 
     D 
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em 
      Gm                           F 
I'm a bad motherfucker cause the good die young 
 Gm                            F 
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one 
      Eb 
Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb 
             D 
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum 
     Gm                       F 
Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets 
Gm                F 
Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping 
Eb 
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting 
D 
Eastside, MOB Piru Damu 


       Gm             F 
I'mma blunt blowin', Polo drawers showin' 
Gm                      F 
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga 
          Eb 
With my money growing, no matter where you going 
           D 
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga (2x) 


verse 3 
Gm                         F 
Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher 
Gm                       F 
See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher 
Eb 
I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker 
D 
And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her 
         Gm                        F 
You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids 
       Gm                      F 
But I don't wanna know, cause shit I like surprises 
Eb 
Why that, why this, why you on that why shit? 
D 
Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM 
Gm           F 
Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim+ 
Gm                  F 
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin 
Eb 
Young Mula, skinnies and some Supras 
D 
Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherfucker 

 
       Gm             F 
I'mma blunt blowin', Polo drawers showin' 
Gm                      F 
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga 
          Eb 
With my money growing, no matter where you going 
           D 
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga (2x) 


Outro 
          Gm 
I've been gone too long 
          F 
True or false, right or wrong 
          Gm 
I've been gone too long 
          F 
True or false, right or wrong 
          Eb 
I've been gone too long 
          Eb 
True or false, right or wrong 
D 
Hello Weezy, welcome home 
           Gm         F 
It's Young Mula, baby 
           Gm         F 
It's Young Mula, baby 
          Eb 
True or false, right or wrong 
D 
Hello Weezy, welcome home