A Lot chords by 21 Savage

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: Gm

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
Cm Bb Cm Bb

Pre Chorus:
Bb
How much money you got? (Straight up)
Bb
How much money you got? (Straight up)
Bb
How much money you got? (Straight up)
Bb
How much money you got? (A lot)

Chorus:
Cm
How much money you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many problems you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Cm
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
Bb
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
Bb
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
Bb
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
Bb
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
Cm
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
Bb
How many chances she done gave you?
Bb
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

Verse 1:
       Cm
Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick
Cm
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
        Bb
Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
Bb
But I'm 21 forev’, ain't no way I'ma switch

Post Chorus:
Cm
Break it down, I break it down
Cm
I break it down, I break it down
Bb
I break it down, I break it down
Bb
I break it down, I break it down

Verse 2:
Cm
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
Cm
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Bb
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Bb
Then you went and wrote a statement,
Bb
And that really fucked me up
   Cm
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
Cm
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
Bb
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
Bb
But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats

Chorus:
Cm
How much money you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many problems you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Cm
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
Bb
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
Bb
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
Bb
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
Bb
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
Cm
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
Bb
How many chances she done gave you?
Bb
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

Bridge:
Cm
Break it on down, I break it on down
Cm
I break it on down, I break it on down
               Bb
Yeah, I just came from the A
Bb
I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half
Cm
Before I left I stopped by
Cm
To see my nigga 21 in the studio
                 Bb
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio,
Bb
That's when I knew
Bb
You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that

Verse 3:
Bb
Question
Cm
How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Cm
Getting they plays from machines (A lot)
Cm
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
Cm
Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
Bb
I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)
Bb
Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm)
Cm
I'm on a money routine
Cm
I don't want smoke, I want cream
Cm
I don’t want no more comparisons
Cm
This is a marathon and I’m aware
                    Bb
I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
Bb
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
Bb
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself,
Bb
But the people want everything else
         Cm
Okay, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
Cm
You know what the outcome will be
Cm
I’m batting a thousand
Cm
It's got to the point that these rappers
Cm
Don't even like rappin' with me
                        Bb
Fuck it ’cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
Bb
And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got
Bb
He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
           Cm
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
Cm
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
Cm
'Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Cm
Wondering if it was worth it or not
             Bb
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Bb
Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
Bb
Though I never met you, I know that you special
Bb
And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
          Cm
Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga
Cm
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
Cm
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
Cm
When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out,
         Bb
I got a plan
Bb
They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
Bb
Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it
Bb
Before it all ends, nigga

Chorus:
Cm
How much money you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many problems you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Cm
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
Bb
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
Bb
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
Bb
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
Bb
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
Cm
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
Bb
How many chances she done gave you?
Bb
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

Outro:
Cm
Break it on down, I break it on down
Cm
I break it on down, I break it on down
Bb
I break it down, I break it down
Bb
I break it down, I break it down
Cm
I break it on down, I break it down
Cm
I break it down, I break it down
Bb
I break it down, I break it down
Bb                                    Cm
I break it down, I break it down, I br-

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