Madonna & Rihanna Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[F]Ayy[Em][Am]
Right when I hop off a jet, I'ma take a Patek, I'ma
flood it with diamonds (with diamonds)
Wrist water, stones blindin',
can't even tell what the time is (what the time is)
Bad lil' white ho look like Madonna,
black ho look like Rihanna (oh yeah)
Shippin' them birds over the sea,
then I go jump in a [Em]charter [Am](okay)
Please don't think you fuckin' on me without
fuckin' my gang too (gang too)
Go 'head, come up out yo' funds,
we takin' yo' chain too, huh (chain too)
I'm in a SVJ, it's red, it's blue, it
look like a bruise
I'm in the 404 with a bad- ass bitch from
the 352 (352)

[Verse 2]
You would've thought it was [Am]NASCAR the way I'm swervin'
the coupe (swervin' the coupe)
You would've thought it was NASCAR the way I'm
swervin' the coupe (swervin' the coupe)
Stick and move, yeah, 12 ain't catchin' nothin',
uh [F](for real)
I ain't duckin' smoke, no
[Em]way, light up the function
I got a [Am]fever,
where the red at? (Where the fuck my meds at?)
Pussy tried to step back (I'm
gon' push his set back)
Met the bitch last week, she talkin' 'bout money (go 'head,
dead that)
Rounds up in the clip, it hold a hundred,
yeah, catch that
Patrick Mahomes, I'm throwin'
the bomb
Free my partners up out the
slammer (ooh)
Whippin' white,
that good Alabama (huh)
I fuck her face and took her to
denim [Em](huh)
Nigga a troll, he think [Am]shit all jokes,
but really, I wanna kill him (huh)
I'm a real dope dealer,
I'm a [C]real [Am]fashion spiller (I'll kill him)

[Verse 3]
Ayy [Am]Right when I hop off
a jet, I'ma take a Patek, I'ma
flood it with diamonds (with diamonds)
Wrist water, stones blindin',
can't even tell what the time is [Em](what the time [Am]is)
Bad lil' white ho look like Madonna,
black ho look like Rihanna (oh yeah)
Shippin' them birds over the sea,
then I go jump in a charter (okay)
Please don't think you fuckin' on me without
fuckin' my gang too (gang too)
Go 'head, come up out yo' funds,
we takin' yo' chain too, huh (chain too)
I'm in a SVJ, it's red, it's blue, it
look like a bruise
I'm in the 404 with a bad- ass

[Verse 4]
bitch from the 352 (352)
[Am]I told my partner,
"Don't crash out"
You know what? Fuck it, let's
do it (uh)
We so up- up on the opps, them boys gettin'
swept like a broom [F](okay)
We ex[Am]tortin' niggas, pull up,
like come pay your dues (oh, my God)
[F]She take [C]one look [F]at my [Em]jewels,
bet that bitch gon' choose (bitch gon' choose)
[Am](Oh, my God)

[Outro 1]
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