Getcho Mans chords and lyrics - RICH BRIAN & WARREN HUE

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[Intro 1]
[Em][Am][F][Em][Am][Dm]
[Am][F][Em]
(Got [Am]the beat by Powers and

[Verse 1]
[Dm]
we just made [F]a[Dm][F][Dm][G]
[Dm][F][Dm][G]
banger)
[Dm]Uh,[F]

[Verse 2]
get your [Dm]mans
If you switchin' up then tell me
[F]in [G]advance (yeah, ayy)
[F]Sticky hold, red hundreds on my fingertips,
ayy, yeah
Chains swangin', don't know
where the medal is, ayy, ayy
Pull up with a bitch, she dance,
got us some heaven pants
Bitch, we on a dif[Dm]ferent [G]rank,
I am the [F]veteran [Dm](ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I equip my bands,
then just [F]do my dance, ayy, yeah
[Dm]Kill streak [G]shit on the game, then I just [Dm]repres[G]ent,
[F]ayy, yeah (yeah)

[Verse 3]
Mona Lisas and Picassos, bones [F]are limp,
I'm a child ho
Culture vision on a 5- 0, waves
form when we out, hoe
Came storm like it's X- Men,
fuck with me, you is dead, man
And my pockets,
dead man and I leap like it's Jumpman
Coach seats in the airman, trophies,
don't compare 'em
What's [G]a Grammy to a necklace? Just send my granny,
give it to me
What's [F]a gram to a fake bitch?
Indonesian what's a language?
Think I'm speakin' like
a bad bitch
Background on a whole different
continent
How we got different ad- libs
How we got different mothers
How we got different [G]cash
How we got [F]different chances
How we got different culture
Rollin' deep with my dawgs
you would think it's a veterinary
I reached my goals by January,
got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry
Gettin' married to the game,
little bitch, we not the same
And that bitch pussy wet
like Johnny Dang
And that bitch done sold like twenty k and I'm jokin',
rollie pollie with the zaza
Sippin' drank,
combine it with the foie gras
You gon' need to bargain when you buy, buy
I don't got a problem with
the harga
I'm the finished product,
you the mockup
Quit' the Xanny, bitch, get yo' bars up
You too slow, just get to the Choppa
Just woke up, I get to the commas
You roll joints, I'm rollin' Impalas
I do not write I'm just telling my truth
When I get in the booth,
I don't fuck with no Judas
Got Mac no computers, got so many sons,
I don't know where the moon is
If you got a gang, man, I got a comuna
We pull up with goonies but I'd rather
sit in my peace like I'm Buddhist
You fuckin' with groupies
I get Mila Kunis
I'm geekin' she gimme the face, uh
I fell in love in the middle of COVID, she
badder than Addison Rae, [G]uh
You man did a [F]post for that Fashion Nova
seven times and he never got paid, uh
I told my girl, hit mute on the zoom,
now she takin' off the parade, uh
[G]I took the [F]fam to a trip in Japan for the week
because that's how we [Em]raised, uh
[Am]Uh,

[Verse 4]
get your [F]mans
If you switchin' up then tell me
in advance (yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold, red hundreds on my fingertips,
ayy, yeah
Chains swangin', don't know
where the medal is, ayy, ayy
Pull up with a bitch, she dance,
got us some heaven pants
Bitch, we on a different rank,
I am the veteran (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I equip my bands,
then just do my dance, ayy, yeah
Kill streak shit on the game,
then I just repres[G]ent, ayy, yeah [F](yeah)

[Verse 5]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, [F]whoa, whoa
Me and Warren 'bout to kill this shit
It is gettin' scary,
get the crucifix
Thought I'm bout to leave,
[Am]but [Em]I renewed the lease
[Am]All the snake bitches get a peace sign
Rewind that shit, remind [F]that bitch
We the kings 'fore we turn to ashes,
[Am]don't for[F]get now, bitch
I'm the main, you a background, ayy
Who the fuck tryna go clash
to clash with me?
I'm practically the most savage
The most braggadocios [Dm]boy
that you've ever seen
I'm on caffeine, the [G]black jeans,
[F]denim hold bags and keys
You slow Actavis, I'm sippin' tea,
I'm limpin'
'Cause I got a whole game to carry,
at the top you can't [F]reach
Oh my God my Nikes, I'm Mariah [Am]Carey,
got the check in December
You miss shots like a sober [F]man,
who don't join the mili- milit[Em]ary
Miss[F]in' sign, [Am]you the sight of a dairy
Where he go shit gettin' scary
I don't fistfight, bitch, I'm pretty,
goddamn I'm pretty, [F]bitch
And I'm back at the juice,
I don't play by the rules
I don't work in a cube,
we attack anything that'll make any moves
I don't make an excuse, before you walk in,
take off your shoes, bitch
All you lil' boys sippin' on Trulys
I got blues but you so clueless
Mark my words,
I'll act in a movie, [Em]lil' bitch
[F]I got b[Em]lue bills, match with the pants,
they some blue jeans
[F]With a bad bitch in the side
of this two seat
[Em]Schoolboy get his P's and Q's
I be groovy, [Am]yes, I'm in the new scene
Bitch, I got [Em]new keys in Jacuzzi
[Am]You be in the [F]nosebleeds,
why they all moody
Bitch, my [Em]bands be taller than Uzi
Get your mans,
kick him out like Bruce Lee, ayy

[Verse 6]
Uh, get your [Am]mans
(ayy)
If you switchin' [A]up then [Am]tell me
in [Em]advance (yeah, ayy)
[Am]Sticky hold, red hundreds on my fingerti[F]ps,
ayy, yeah
[Am]Chains swangin', don't know
where the medal is, ayy, ayy
Pull up with a bitch, she dance,
got us some heaven [F]pants
Bitch, we on a different rank,
I am the [Em]veteran (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I equip my bands,
then just do my [F]dance, ayy, yeah
Kill streak shit on the game,
then I just repres[Am]ent, ayy, yeah (yeah)