This single was released on 15 October 2020. The vocals are by Sada Baby , Nicki Minaj . The music is produced by CoalCash Blac, and the lyrics are written by Steve Roll’n, DC the Brain Supreme, CoalCash Blac, Nicki Minaj , Sada Baby.
It is originally in the key of B Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 130 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
It is originally in the key of B Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 130 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Vocals: Sada Baby , Nicki Minaj ,
Producer(s): CoalCash Blac,
Writer(s): Steve Roll’n, DC the Brain Supreme, CoalCash Blac, Nicki Minaj , Sada Baby,
Producer(s): CoalCash Blac,
Writer(s): Steve Roll’n, DC the Brain Supreme, CoalCash Blac, Nicki Minaj , Sada Baby,
Original Key: B Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 130 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Bm Uh (The Coal Cash Collection) Bm It's the Queen Sleaze Bm Nine months motherfuckin' pregnant, like, what? Bm I'm bool Bm Sada, what up? (Bang, bang, bang) Detroit [VERSE] Bm Ooh, lil' nigga wanna try it Bm I told him, "Black lives matter," I'ma riot Bm Ooh, ass fat, I had to buy it Bm Ain't a nigga alive that's gon' deny it Bm This nigga makin' me feel erotic (Erotic) Bm Uh, he a freak like Giannis (Giannis) Bm To be honest, I hope one day we do a play-date with Adonis Bm Ooh, I'm 'bout my cake, get your bakin' on Bm You don't want that real smoke, get your vapin' on Bm Egg-whites, turkey-bacon on Bm Ain't in a restaurant, but I'm the bitch they been waitin' on (Tag) Bm Gotta pop tags, bitches stuntin' in them hand-me-down bags Bm It's sad, Burberry plaid, you in that drip that I already had www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Bm They wanna see you do your dance Bm Do that thing pokе out them pants? Bm If it don't, then I got plans Bm Bam, just got a summertimе tan [VERSE] Bm Scram, we're just puttin' dollars on your head Bm Niggas violatin' the gang gon' end up dead Bm Lady in the street but a freak ho in the bed Bm Chopper on him, that's my shooter in the red Bm Lil' nigga can't keep my pussy out his hands Bm Fuck a last minute, gotta book me in advance Bm Been a bad girl, and I'm tryna get spanked Bm Pretty little body, but my face look stank Bm I be in a truck that cost your whole house Bm Bitches imitate me but don't come close Bm If you wanna celebrate the best, then come toast Bm Bitches ain't sayin' nothin', but doin' the utmost Bm Heard he wanna chew on my edible panties Bm Even when I tell him, "See you tomorrow," he can't leave Bm Got the Off-White sneakers, rockin' a tan weave Bm When I come out, grab Simba, it's a stampede [VERSE] Bm Ooh, lil' bitch wan' ride it Bm Told the bitch don't get out her body Bm Hmm, get right beside me Bm I'ma get in that thang, get to slidin' Bm This bitch makin' me feel erotic Bm Huh, she gotta get on this rocket Bm I don't give a fuck 'bout her milage Bm Ain't her grandmom related to the Winans? Bm Ooh, that's the shit that I like Bm You a church girl, beat you like Christ Bm Hmm, you ain't never had pipe Bm Least not this kind, I'ma fuck you all night Bm Off a Perc', hmm, off a Perc', bae Bm Yeah, leave a bitch with the hurt back Bm Go to work, hmm, where the work at? Bm My young niggas wakin' up to serve that www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Bm They wanna see me do my dance Bm In these thousand-dollar pants Bm Don't disrespect me and my mans Bm Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass [VERSE] Bm Scram, we just put them dollars on your head Bm Snitchin'-ass nigga gave his mama to the feds Bm Little brother, big brother, Sada got the dreads Bm DZ, DT, Sada keep the bands Bm Lil' bitch can't keep her pussy out my hands Bm Got a real hoodrat Suki on my hands Bm I was stackin' blues, run up Tookies on they ass Bm I be in the Bay rollin' Cookies on they ass Bm I be in they nerves, G weed gave me is bustin' Bm 'Cause Sada can't be jealous off weed, I'm never stressin' Bm I can see the booty from the bottom, that thang a double decker Bm Let my white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker Bm Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter Bm Have you poppin' all of them pills like Heath Ledger Bm These drugs ain't a joke, my nigga, I'm just tellin' you Bm Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you [CHORUS] Bm They wanna see me do my dance Bm In these thousand-dollar pants Bm Don't disrespect me and my mans Bm Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass, ooh
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