So I made up these chords up for if you wanted to sing the song. If you finger 
pick on the chorus it sounds really cool. I do a cover of it here:
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10151184559428200&set=vb.625418199&type=3&theater

If you finger pick for the chorus it sounds cool. Its the same chords throughout the whole song.
Chords used: C, G, Am, F
Capo: 1
        C
I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax
   G
Movie, Bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass
   Am
Who he's, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye
  F
Louie V's in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid
  C
Bread up and my top down
  G
On the block with a block out
  Am
Hit ya ass with that block out
      F
Dope enough to go in yo nostrils
  C
I'll take ya girl and kid nap her
  G
Feed her to my mattress
  Am
The skeleton in my closet
  F
It's probably dead ass rappers
  C
It's probably pussy ass niggas
  G
Don't try me I pull that trigga
     Am
Got ya car note in my cup
     F
And your rent in my swisha
   C
That pussy so good I miss ya
    G
Head game's so vicious
    Am
And all I get is cheese
   F
Like I'm taking pictures
C
I say fuck you, 'less I'm with' ya
G
If I take you out of the picture

I know real niggas won't miss ya
Am
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
F
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
                   C
Real niggas, say word,

Ye ain't never told no lie

Ye ain't never told no lie
                   G
Real niggas, say word,

Ye ain't never told no lie

Ye ain't never told no lie
                   Am
Real niggas, stay true

Ye ain't never told no lie

Ye ain't never told no lie
                        F
That's a thing I don't do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million 'fore they die
Wattup

2 Chainz and champagne
You want true, that's true enough
Forbes list like every year
My office is my tour bus
She came through, she brought food
She got fucked, she knew wassup
She think I'm the realest out
And I say "damn, that makes two of us"
Oh that look like what's her name
Chances are there's what's her name
Chances are, if she was acting up
Then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time it's fine with me
Young as an intern, with money like I built the shit
Streets talking that confirm
Go ask them who just catch shit
Stay keeping my cup full so I'm extra charged like a state tax
Me an' Chainz go way back
We don't talk shit, we just say facts (Yes Lord)

Chorus

Name a nigga that want some
I'll out rap his ass
I'll trap his ass
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass
Take 'em out, bring 'em in
Them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring
Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn't (go)
Went where they say I couldn't (true)
YSL belt buckle
Ya'll niggas sure is looking
Ya'll niggas sure is lucky
2 Chainz on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel
Right hand on that pussy

Chorus