This song is from the album The Bigger Artist(2017), released on 29 September 2017. The vocals are by A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, the music is produced by Smash David, S.Dot, OG Parker, Dez Wright , A Boogie wit da Hoodie, and the lyrics are written by Smash David, OG Parker, S.Dot , Dez Wright.
This song is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 66 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 66 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie ,
Producer: Smash David, OG Parker, S.Dot , Dez Wright,
Writer: Smash David, S.Dot, OG Parker, Dez Wright , A Boogie wit da Hoodie,
Producer: Smash David, OG Parker, S.Dot , Dez Wright,
Writer: Smash David, S.Dot, OG Parker, Dez Wright , A Boogie wit da Hoodie,
Original Key: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 66 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Ebm Bbm Abm . Got it on Smash (OG Parker) [PRE CHORUS] Ebm Huh? She whisperin' all in my ear Bbm I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear Bbm Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly Abm Even if it's no cameras there Abm I don't own a Benz, I swear Bbm 'Raris and Lambs I swear Bbm My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions Ebm Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel Air Bbm Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore Abm 'Cause that shit don't belong in here You told me go to Hell 'cause I was drivin' you crazy Bbm Bitch, I will drive you there Bbm Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me? Ebm I got mad gеar [VERSE ONE] Ebm Yeah, stackin' up money like Jеnga and Legos Bbm I sing, but I came with a Glock and a Draco Bbm Back of the crib look like mini Barbados Abm Losin' my friends every day, I'm okay, though Abm It's been that way ever since I got famous Bbm We go back like two flats on a Maybach Money got niggas thinkin' I changed Why are you makin' this so complicated? Ebm I could buy you a new ass, just say that Bbm Birkins and Tiffany bags, okay then Still got bitches that owe me some favors Abm Know a young nigga got racks, baby Abm Diamonds go blue, like the Mavs, okay then Bbm They can't make my sauce, I got too much flavor Bbm No overexaggeratin' Ebm Don't feel embarrassed Ebm I was flippin' your bitch in the air Bbm Fifty on the veneers Bbm Could've bought like a hundred Monclers Abm I can't even sleep Abm The thirties be helpin' me concentrate Bbm She throwin' it back Bbm In the back of my mind, I'm like, "What if the condom break?" [PRE CHORUS] Ebm Huh? She whisperin' all in my ear Bbm I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear Bbm Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly Abm Even if it's no cameras there I don't own a Benz, I swear Bbm 'Raris and Lambs I swear Bbm My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions Bbm Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel Air Bbm Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore Abm 'Cause that shit don't belong in here Abm You told me go to Hell 'cause I was drivin' you crazy Abm Bbm Bitch, I will drive you there Bbm Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me? Bbm I got mad gear [VERSE TWO] Ebm I looked at the man in the mirror, he was wearin' a hoodie Ebm Bbm I look at my shirt and that's not what I'm wearin', it's scary Bbm Got a beach full of sand Bbm Abm I drive in the city like Fast and The Furious Abm With a tank in the Urus Abm Bbm It's already one up in this .30, I swear Bbm If I see a opp, then I put that on Blood, I'm airin' Ebm Mm, used to wear Michael Kors Bbm Now I got porcelain floors Bbm She told me "It's yours" (Mhm) Abm It's just me and your baby girl Abm She was rockin' my world (Mhm) Bbm VVSs and pearls Bbm Eat me up 'til she 'url (Mhm) [CHORUS] Ebm Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions Bbm Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel Air Bbm Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore Abm 'Cause that shit don't belong in here Abm You told me go to Hell 'cause I was drivin' you crazy Abm Bbm Bitch, I will drive you there Bbm Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me? Bbm I got mad gear [BRIDGE] Ebm Huh? She whisperin' all in my ear Bbm I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear Bbm Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly Abm Even if it's no cameras there Abm I don't own a Benz, I swear Bbm 'Raris and Lambs I swear Bbm My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier [OUTRO] Started gettin' my bands up in the mansions Feelin' like I'm the prince of Bel Air Please do not knock on my door lookin' for love 'Cause it don't belong in here Told me to go to Hell Okay, I will drive you there (Yeah) I got mad gear
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