for beginners use the transpose button to -1 and stick a capo on 1st fret so Cm = Bm and Bb = A
(There is 4 beats between each chord)
[Intro]
Cm
I love you
Cm
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
Gm
For so many reasons
Cm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Cm
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
[Pre Chorus]
Bb
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
Bb
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)
[Chorus]
Cm
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
Bb
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
Bb
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
Bb
How many chances she done gave you?
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,
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)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
Bb
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
Bb
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
Bb
How many chances she done gave you?
Cm
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
(I break it, break it down)
Before I left I stopped by
To see my nigga 21 in the studio
Cm
(I break it, break it down)
(I break it, break it down)
Bb
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio,
That's when I knew
Bb
You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that
[Verse 3]
N.C.
Question
Cm
How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Cm
Getting they plays from machines (A lot)
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
I don't want smoke, I want cream
Cm
I don’t want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I’m aware
Cm
I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
Bb
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
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
You know what the outcome will be
Cm
I’m batting a thousand
It's got to the point that these rappers
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
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
Cm
'Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
Bb
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
Bb
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
Cm
Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
Cm
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out,
Bb
I got a plan
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
N.C.
Before it all ends, nigga
[Chorus]
Cm
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
Bb
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
Bb
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
Bb
How many chances she done gave you?
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-
Cm Cm Bb
I love you
Source: https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/21_savage/a_lot_chords_2553843