Lil Wayne Right Above It chords

Right Above It by Lil Wayne

Capo 3
Chords are C/G (332010)
 Em    Am      F
that order, through the whole song, every line, change chords. 

[Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven�s right above it
We onnnn
�Cause we onnnn

[Drake]
Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I�m with Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin� from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That�s why I pick and choose, I don�t get shit confused
I got a small circle, I�m not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don�t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin�, so this shit is movin� kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it�s time to go

[Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven�s right above it
We on
It�s Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain�t runnin� wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B�s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don�t bust back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I�m in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke �til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin� plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I�m just playin� in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can�t see me, but never overlook me
I�m on the paper trail, it ain�t no tellin� where it took me
Yeah, and I ain�t a killa, but don�t push me

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven�s right above it
We on
It�s Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain�t runnin� wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don�t bust back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what�s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin� off tour �cause I made more off my second leg
Ma�fuckin� Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
No-now, c�mon, be my blood donor
Flo� so nice, you ain�t gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled out? From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin� beat jumpin� like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I�m the heart of that, nigga, nothin� short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven�s right above it
We on
It�s Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain�t runnin� wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don�t bust back, because I shoot first