This song is from the album WUNNA(2020), released on 21 May 2020.
This album was produced by Mike WiLL Made-It , Myles Harris. It is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
This album was produced by Mike WiLL Made-It , Myles Harris. It is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Vocals: Gunna , Young Thug ,
Producer(s): Mike WiLL Made-It , Myles Harris,
Writer(s): Myles Harris, Gunna, Young Thug , Mike WiLL Made-It,
Producer(s): Mike WiLL Made-It , Myles Harris,
Writer(s): Myles Harris, Gunna, Young Thug , Mike WiLL Made-It,
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 72 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick (Mike WiLL Made-It) Em I'll pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick (Ear Drummers) Em I put some diamonds on her toes, let that ho know that I'm rich Em We was used to pullin' kick doors (That money go for Myles) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Em Bein' a real one is my motto, handle my problems, I ain't scared Em I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said Em I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds Em I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Em Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Em Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah Em Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up [VERSE] Em My bro on a steamin' stove, cookin' crack like grits Em Got this vibe on her tippy toes, strokin' her in a pent' Em LA live, I'm stayin' at the Loews with this Hollywood bitch Em Got a nine and a snubnose (Let's go), can't wait to let it hit (Hit) Em Pull up with a stick, I'll pull up with a stick Em I'll pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick Em I'll put some diamonds on her toes, Em let that ho know that I'm rich (Let that ho know that I'm rich) Em We was used to pullin' kick doors, you could still call it a lick (Lick) Em You broke and can't be fixed (Nah), went to Niemans and spent a nick (Hah) Em How you poor? That don't make sense (Ah), Em I made a whole mile off an inch (An inch) Em I had ninety-nine problems, Em I just scratched your ho off the list (Scratched your ho off the list) Em Got some millions and went and solved 'em, now my neck cost a quarter brick (Brick) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Em Bein' a real one is my motto, handle my problems, I ain't scared Em I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said Em I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds Em I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Em Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Em Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah Em Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up [VERSE] Em Bestie, bestie, I just hit my friend Em Told her "Catch me" (Woah), "Catch me" (Woah), I'ma lick her skin Em She so precious, precious, might not fuck again Em She too messy, messy, but hittin', no flexin' (No flexin') Em Rose gold ornaments (Rose) Em Dropped the two tint, car came with no tint (Damn) Em You don't gotta use the door, you can hop in front of tip Em Bond in the vent, think 'bout dyin' and get spent Em I got two B's on my boxers and a thottie in the bed (Yeah) Em I know niggas ran up a milli', still didn't tell 12 shit (12, 12, 12, shh) Em I got skeletons in my closets (Woah), Em and they scared of me and shit (Closets and they scared) Em Mason Margielas under the bed screamin', "Rock me, kid" (Woah) Em I put water on my head, then she got seasick (I put water on my head) Em Couple opps played dead (What?), and they still got hit Em I done bent lil' mama's spine but that still ain't my kid (Still ain't my kid) Em Only reason I answer my line (Why?), is 'cause she drink my spit (No cap) [CHORUS] Em I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Em Bein' a real one is my motto, handle my problems, I ain't scared Em I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said Em I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds Em I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Em Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Em Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, uh Em Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge
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