Alright, I've spent some time trying to get this rap down, and I figure that it's about time I share the chords with the rest of the world. The guitar part is very simple (chord wise) you just have to take the time to get the rhythm down. These chords don't actually mesh with Chris Brown's version, but playin solo on an acoustic guitar it's 100% perfect. [Intro: Chris Brown] :Just Vocals: I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club You can't even get in Hahaha, let's go! [Verse 1: Chris Brown] C Yellow model chick Em Yellow bottle sipping Am Yellow Lamborghini F Yellow top missing C Em Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupee Am F I get what you get in 10 years, in two days C Em Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J Am F If you get what I get, what would you say? C Em She wax it all off, Mr.Miyagi Am F And them suicide doors, Hari Kari [Chorus: Chris Brown] C Em Look at me now, look at me now Am F Oh, I'm getting paper C Em Look at me now, look at me now Am F Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker [Verse 2: Chris Brown] C Lil nigga bigger than gorilla Em 'Cause I'm killing every nigga that try to be on my shit Am Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her F And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick C Oops I said on my dick Em I ain't really mean to say on my dick Am But since we talking about my dick F All of you haters say hi to it :Vocal only: I'm done [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] :Vocal Only: Ayo Breezy Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling When you're doing that thing over there homie :or: C Em Am F Just kiddin Let's go! C 'Cause I feel like I'm running Em And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Am Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop F 'cause you know I gotta win everyday day, day C See they don't really wanna pop me Em Just know that you will never flop me Am And I know that I can be a little cocky, no F You ain't never gonna stop me :Strum C 1x, then vocal: Every time I come a nigga gotta set it, then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that any little thing that nigga think he be doing 'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna dadadada Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple niggas That I'm always winning and I gotta get it again, and again, and again :Pause: C And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul Em A nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style Am And niggas know I'm the the best when it come to doing this F And I be banging on my chest, and C I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west Em And I come to give you more and I will never give you less Am You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press F Do you really wanna know what's next? Let's go C See the way we on and we all up in the race and you know Em We gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace Am We struggling and hustling and sending it and getting it F And always gotta do it take it to another place C Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it Em And I gotta cut all through this traffic Am Just to be at the top of the throne F Better know I gotta have it, have it [Chorus: Chris Brown] :Repeat Chords: Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker [Verse 4:Lil Wayne] C Em Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'? Am F I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges C Em I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, no substitution Am F Got a bitch that play in movies in my Jacuzzi, pussy juicy C Em I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar Am Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator F You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter C Marley said, "Shoot 'em", and I said, "Okay" Em If you wanted bullshit then I'm like olay Am I don't care what you say, so don't even speak F Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil C That's word to my flag, and my flag red Em Am I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind, from the bottom I climb F You ain't hotter than mine, nope, not on my time and I'm not even trying C Em What's poppin' Slime? Nothin' five, and if they trippin' fuck 'em five Am F I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie C Ciroc and sprite on a private flight, Em bitch I've been tight since "Guiding light", Am and my pockets right, and my diamonds white F And my momma's nice and my daddy's dead C Em You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild, been here for a while Am I was like fuck trial I put it down F I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now, bitch [Chorus: Chris Brown] :Repeat Chords: Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, I'm fresher than a motherfucker [Outro: Chris Brown] Okay, okay Is that right? I'm fresher than a motherfucker Like I said, the chords aren't that bad, you just gotta be able to flow. Good luck.