Intro
F# A#m G# x2
(EarlOnTheBeat)
F# A#m G#
Strumming: DDDDU DDu DDu
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
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I ain't mad at 'em, baby
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If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
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Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
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I just wanna take you out
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Fuck you in your mama house
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Overseas, I fly you out
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Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
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Baby, what's up with your mouth?
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City girl straight from the South
[Verse 1: Drake]
N.C. F# A#m
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
G# F# A#m
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
G# F#
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
A#m
I hide in the cave like Osama did
G# F#
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
N.C. F#
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
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Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
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Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
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I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
A#m G# F#
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
A#m G# F#
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
A#m G#
I just wanna take you out
F#
Fuck you in your mama house
A#m G#
Overseas, I fly you out
F# A#m G#
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
F#
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
A#m G#
City girl straight from the South
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
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Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
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Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
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Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
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Same hoes hatin' be in my C#M (That's too sad)
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Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
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I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)
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We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
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Every time we step out, niggas look at you
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(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
F#
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
A#m G# F#
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
A#m G# F#
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
A#m G#
I just wanna take you out
F#
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
A#m G#
I just wanna take you out
F#
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
A#m G#
I just wanna take you out
F#
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
A#m G#
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
[Verse 3: DaBaby & Lil Yachty]
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My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
A#m G#
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)
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She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
A#m G#
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
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You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
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My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
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You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)
A#m G#
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
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Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
A#m G#
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
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She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
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And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
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Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
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I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
N.C.
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
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(No, no, no, no, I ain't mad at 'em, baby)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby]
F#
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
A#m G# F#
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
A#m G# F#
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
A#m G#
I just wanna take you out
F#
Fuck you in your mama house
A#m G#
Overseas, I fly you out
F# A#m G#
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
F#
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
A#m G#
City girl straight from the South
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
A#m G#
I just wanna take you out
F#
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
A#m G#
I just wanna take you out
F#
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
A#m G#
I just wanna take you out
F#
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
A#m G#
I ain't mad at 'em, baby