This is the chords of by Tyla Yaweh feat. Post Malone on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.
[Intro]
Em G C C
Ah, shit, I’m just workin’ in the studio
Em
I’m okay
G
Papa
C
You want papa?
C
I want you Papa
Aight
XL Eagle made it
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[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
Em G
You always talkin’ about it, you never makin’ no profit, uh
C C
I treat my hoes like a option, if she talkin’ and get out of pocket
Em G
I’m livin’ life like a rockstar, pullin’ up stretch limousine
C C
So look at me now, cost a fee the double C’s all on my feet
Em G
You always talkin’ about it, yeah, you always talkin’ about it
C C
You say that you rockin’ a private, yeah, but I see that you cap about it
Em G
Livin’ life like a rockstar, pullin’ up stretch limousine
C C
So look at me now, cost a fee the double C’s all on my feet
[Verse 1: Tyla Yaweh]
Em
I’m changin’ my color to Nipsey blue
G
Your racks it get smaller, that shit pitiful
C
If you tryna get so physical
C
That 4.5 will make you invisible
Em
I’m livin’ my life like a criminal
G
I copped that shit first of the day
C
Be quiet, there’s no one to blame, yeah
C
My lawyer say “We beat the case”
Em
I’m livin’ my life, celebration
G
I’m thankin’ the Lord, I got patience
C
I’m lovin’ the way that she take it
C
I bend it, I fold it, I flip it
Em
She bringin’ it back just to prove it (Prove it)
G
I’m givin’ her work just to move it, yeah
C
And livin’ the life that I’m choosin’, yeah
C
I’m gettin’ these racks, gettin’ stoopid, yeah
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[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
Em G
You always talkin’ about it, you never makin’ no profit, uh
C C
I treat my hoes like a option, if she talkin’ and get out of pocket
Em G
I’m livin’ life like a rockstar, pullin’ up stretch limousine
C C
So look at me now, cost a fee the double C’s all on my feet
Em G
You always talkin’ about it, yeah, you always talkin’ about it
C C
You say that you rockin’ a private, yeah, but I see that you cap about it
Em G
Livin’ life like a rockstar, pullin’ up stretch limousine
C C
So look at me now, cost a fee the double C’s all on my feet
[Verse 2: Post Malone]
C
Pull up with the drum like I’m Tommy Lee (Tommy Lee)
C Em
Yaweh got the stick, came to rock with me (Rock with me)
G C
Milli’ on wrist, ain’t no rocks on me (Rocks on me)
C Em
I’m pretty as fck, wanna copy me (Copy me)
G C
I heard you was mad ’cause I’m poppin’ the shit (Wow)
C Em
I’m poppin’ the ‘pagne and I’m poppin’ that bitch (Wow)
G C
I hop out the plane and went straight to the whip (Ooh)
C
I know they can see, I think that’s pretty cool if you askin’ me
Em G
Bugatti, no body roll, curtains in back of the candy roll
C C
I lower my lawyer cost, I hear he wanna run up the smoke
Em G
Pull up to the party, oh, and we like to party hard
C C
I finish the bottle dawg, get this bitch jumpin’, no Mario
Em G
Still shit, so, hot
C C
Cigarettes, car
Em G
Bedroom stars
C C
Please don’t save my life
[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
Em G
You always talkin’ about it, you never makin’ no profit, uh
C C
I treat my hoes like a option, if she talkin’ and get out of pocket
Em G
I’m livin’ life like a rockstar, pullin’ up stretch limousine
C C
So look at me now, cost a fee the double C’s all on my feet
Em G
You always talkin’ about it, yeah, you always talkin’ about it
C C
You say that you rockin’ a private, yeah, but I see that you cap about it
Em G
Livin’ life like a rockstar, pullin’ up stretch limousine
C C
So look at me now, cost a fee the double C’s all on my feet
