tono:
C (con acordes en la forma de G)
Capotraste en 5ª casa
Em
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
AmC
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
DEm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
AmC
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
DEm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
CAm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
CEm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
AmC
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
DEm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
AmC
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
DEm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
AmC
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
DEm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
Am
And I get high with my baby
CDEm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am
And I can ride with my baby
CDEm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
Am
And I get high with my baby
CDEm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am
And I can ride with my baby
CDEm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
EmAm
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
CD
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
EmAm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
CD
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
EmAm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
CD
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
Em
How far can your Benz go?
AmC
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
DEm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up
Am
And I get high with my baby
CDEm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am
And I can ride with my baby
CDEm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
Am
And I get high with my baby
CDEm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am
And I can ride with my baby
CDEm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
Em
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
AmC
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
DEm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
AmC
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
DEm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
CAm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
CEm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
AmC
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
DEm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
AmC
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
DEm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
AmC
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
DEm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
EmAm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
DEm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
AmC
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
DEm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
[Final] AmCD