Drake – Big Amount Chords

No Capo
[Verse I]
G
I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now
D
If you, if you woke up this mornin'
Em
(Nigga you winnin' for real...)
C
I got a big amount, I took a different route
G
I am the pick of the litter
D
I was in juvy, they gave me community
Em
I had to pick up some litter
C
I want it easy, please do not tease me
G
I wore my Yeezys to dinner
D
This is the season, I got the seasonin'
Em
Don't make me sprinkle you niggas
C
I got my reasons, you wanna please me
G
Send me the pussy, not pictures
D
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'
Em
She turn to freak on the liquor
C
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
G
Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches
D
Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches
Em
Yeah, rock double cross on these bitches, yeah
C
Dearly departed, gather today
G
On some Prince shit
D
You know what they say
Em
Me and my safe, got a friendship
C
Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid
G
Gettin' laid
D
Bitch made, took off sick days
Em
6 trey, 64 bounce, bitch, bounce
C
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
G
Patty melt with the hash browns
D
Tryna avoid all the pat downs
Em
Tryna avoid all the lame hoes
C
Weirdos in the background
G
Black out when I back out
D
Blow the horn for a pedestrian
Em
Shawty ride like an equestrian
C
I bought the dress that she in
G
Red bottoms in his and hers
D
Got a Rollie in his and hers
Em
Got a car in his and hers
C
Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"
G
Last night was a blur to me
D
This mornin' I got two with me
Em
I don't know what to do with me
C
Goin' ape like the zoo with me
G
Got a tool with the screw missin'
D
Two girls in the pool kissin'
Em
Everywhere I go, the rod with me
C
Cause these niggas actin' too fishy

[Chorus]
G
Fuck y'all niggas on, man?
D
Duffle bag forever
Em
Just left V Live
C
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive

Yeah...!
[Verse II] G Look, I got a big amount D I think I'm the biggest out Em Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out C Lit and you can't even put it out G Got the Billboard melodies D Rap is somethin' I do on the side Em Crossed over to the other side C And I didn't even have to die G Got the money and I never show it D Let a nigga try to play heroic Em Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams C And he say, "You bad and you know it" G Better shamone with my check then D I'm a J. Prince investment Em Niggas love to talk reckless C Then see me like best friends G Got the same color FN D And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin Em Five stars, nothin' less than C Fuck niggas on your payroll G And you let 'em know the safe code D And you knew him for a month though Em But you call them niggas big bro C You could move in the Hidden Hills G And you still don't live by the same code D I'm respected everywhere I go Em Nigga, long live Bankroll C Skip the rainbow, funny stop shit
And it's straight to the pot of gold Somebody, everybody know