This single was released on 21 May 2021. The vocals are by Birdman, Roddy Ricch, Lil Wayne, the music is produced by Awaz Beatz, D-Roc, Lil Wayne, Birdman , Roddy Ricch, and the lyrics are written by Awaz Beatz , D-Roc.
This song is originally in the key of C# 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, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of C# 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, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Birdman, Roddy Ricch, Lil Wayne ,
Producer: Awaz Beatz , D-Roc,
Writer: Awaz Beatz, D-Roc, Lil Wayne, Birdman , Roddy Ricch,
Producer: Awaz Beatz , D-Roc,
Writer: Awaz Beatz, D-Roc, Lil Wayne, Birdman , Roddy Ricch,
Original Key: C# 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] C#m G#m C#m G#m . C#m G#m Woo woo woo, woo woo Woo woo woo, woo C#m G#m Woo woo woo, woo woo Woo woo woo, woo (D Roc) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] C#m I bought a white Bentayga C#m Had to creep through the night in the spaceship G#m We was runnin' outside from the jakes G#m Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh C#m Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut C#m And I got a ride with the tuck up, huh G#m Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh G#m Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up, huh C#m G#m And I got the whole hood on go G#m C#m Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze C#m G#m Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip drip down to my toes G#m Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls [VERSE] C#m Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills All of my niggas outside for real G#m I'm 'bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea G#m It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real C#m I be hanging outside with guerillas C#m Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas G#m Niggas rather be fly than realer G#m And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up C#m I'm in the gang for the dirty dirty C#m My right hand keep a .30 clip G#m I done did some time with the murderers G#m I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh C#m Platinum every time I put out (Put out) C#m Trap house lookin' like a cookout (Cookout) G#m He creepin' up, get the red dot, headshot www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] C#m I bought a white Bentayga C#m Had to creep through the night in the spaceship G#m We was runnin' outside from the jakes G#m Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh C#m Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut C#m And I got a ride with the tuck up, huh G#m Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh G#m Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up, huh C#m G#m And I got the whole hood on go G#m C#m Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze C#m G#m Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip drip down to my toes G#m Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls (Rich Gang) [VERSE] C#m Cap a slingshot on eighty shit, cherry wood in all my whips G#m Do it big, that label shit G#m Created shit but stayed hood rich (Stayed rich) C#m That's how we lace this shit, get money, stay break a bitch G#m At the top of hill, another shootout G#m With a hundred mil', we weighed that shit (We weighed that shit) C#m Chanel bag, jewelries be hundred or mo' (Hundreds or mo') G#m And I got my whole hood on go (Hood on go) C#m Bird call, I hit a lace then got ghost (Got ghost) G#m Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors [CHORUS] C#m I bought a white Bentayga C#m Had to creep through the night in the spaceship G#m We was runnin' outside from the jakes G#m Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh C#m Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut C#m And I got a ride with the tuck up, huh G#m Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh G#m Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up, huh C#m G#m And I got the whole hood on go G#m C#m Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze C#m G#m Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip drip down to my toes G#m Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls (Uh) [VERSE] C#m Stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan C#m Chrome Heart bust down, I weigh it underhand G#m Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band G#m Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag C#m 'Bout to pop another Xan', 'bout to smoke a hundred grams C#m I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am G#m Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man G#m But the light just might be a train comin', man C#m I had to spend some money to win some money C#m G#m I had the rooftop down but still had the tints up on it G#m Weed so good, I tensed up on it C#m Lil' ho tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me C#m Rose gold look like ketchup on me G#m I let that chopper ring with no holy matrimony C#m All red like Patrick, homie C#m Redbone, got her lashes on me G#m I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie C#m Told bae I'm in the booth, you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime G#m Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (Yeah) [CHORUS] C#m I bought a white Bentayga C#m Had to creep through the night in the spaceship G#m We was runnin' outside from the jakes G#m Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh C#m Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut C#m And I got a ride with the tuck up, huh G#m Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh G#m Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up, huh C#m G#m And I got the whole hood on go G#m C#m Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze C#m G#m Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip drip down to my toes G#m Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls (Mula)
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