Transpose up
(INTRO)
A#m
G
Em
F#m
A#m
G
Em
F#m
(VER)
I don’t
A#m
wanna be broke when I
G
d-i-e
Wanna be
Em
livin’ it up in
F#m
VIP
Tryna
A#m
get in the club, they wanna
G
see
ID
Want me to
Em
wear nice shoes and a
F#m
t-i-e
(PRE CHO)
I’ve been
A#m
workin’ and gettin’
G
by
But that ain’t
Em
enough to
F#m
satisfy
‘Cause I got
A#m
dreams for you and
G
I
So I got
Em
money on my mind
(CHO)
So if you
A#m
wanna stack it up
man, You
G
gotta work for it
Em
I-I-I
F#m
I-I-I
A#m
Ain’t nobody gonna be
G
doin’ it for ya
Em
I-I-I
F#m
I-I-I
I got
A#m
dreams and I got
G
time
But that ain’t
Em
enough to get me
F#m
by
So
A#m
I stack it up, man, I
G
gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my
A#m
mind
I-I,
G
I-I
Em
I got
F#m
money on my
A#m
mind
I-I,
G
I-I
Em
F#m
(VER)
A#m
I wanna flex hard like
G
d-o-e
But
Em
right now my car need the
F#m
m-o-t
And I
A#m
can’t give the valet no
G
t-i-p
But
Em
like
him
I got dreams and they’re
F#m
b-i-g
(PRE CHO)
Tried to
A#m
be a better
G
guy
But that bread
Em
enough to
F#m
satisfy
I got
Em
dreams for you and
G
I
I got
Em
money on my mind
(CHO)
So if you
A#m
wanna stack it up
Man, you
G
gotta work for it
Em
I-I-I
F#m
I-I-I
A#m
Ain’t nobody gonna be
G
doin’ it for ya
Em
I-I-I
F#m
I-I-I
I got
A#m
dreams and I got
G
time
But that ain’t
Em
enough to get me
F#m
by
So
A#m
I stack it up, man, I
G
gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my
A#m
mind
I-I,
G
I-I
Em
I got
F#m
money on my
A#m
mind
I-I,
G
I-I
Em
F#m
(VER)
A#m
Yeah, I know shit don’t come free
You
G
gotta work for it
Em
Lamborghini
Urus
F#m
Bought it when I first saw it
A#m
She caught me creepin’
G
I had to buy her a purse for it
Em
I think if I ain’t have money
F#m
I’d be the worst for her
A#m
And if I ain’t have money
G
I woulda been lost her
Em
The loudest ones was the brokest
F#m
I was a shit-talker
A#m
The loudest ones was
The
G
brokest and I was strugglin’
Em
Girls called me friend
Now they
F#m
on me, that money comin’ in
A#m
Saint Laurent fiend
G
I put it in Louis luggages
Em
Took her to Celine
F#m
Bought her a couple luggages
A#m
Wasn’t always sweet
G
Capri Suns for fifty cents
Em
Now I just hate to reminisce
F#m
(CHO)
So if you
A#m
wanna stack it up
Man, you
G
gotta work for it
Em
I-I-I
F#m
I-I-I
A#m
Ain’t nobody gonna be
G
doin’ it for ya
Em
I-I-I
F#m
I-I-I
I got
A#m
dreams and I got
G
time
But that ain’t
Em
enough to get me
F#m
by
So
A#m
I stack it up, man, I
G
gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my
A#m
mind
I-I,
G
I-I
Em
I got
F#m
money on my
A#m
mind