Maybach Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G]

[Verse 1]
(Sosa 808 got this bitch [G]knockin',
[Bm]nigga, ayy)
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I jump out [Bm]of the Maybach,
Gucci flops and a wave [C]cap [Bm](yeah)
I got all my chains on, but they like,
"Where your [C]shirt at?" [Bm](What?)
Bitch, why you [C]worried? I'm
flexin' on purpose (yeah)
Killers in my [Bm]circle [G](yeah), two straps on [C]me,
[Bm]Urkel (fire)

[Verse 3]
Boom- bada- bing, bitch,
we tote [C]a lot of things [Bm](yeah)
Young nigga eatin',
watch me floss my flaw[C]less teeth, uh [Bm](yeah)
Benz limousine,
[C]S600 killed the scene, uh
Summer[Bm]time fine,
she sip wine, I [C]sip lean, yeah
I get [Bm]dough, Krispy Kreme (dough), bitch,
this hustlin' in my [C]genes
Grandma [Bm]house with collard greens, yeah,
you know your boy was [C]eatin' (Glizzock)
I been pimpin' [Bm]since a teen,
can't [C]you tell? Look at my rings (bitch)
And I'm [Bm]only twenty- one,
goddamn near milly worth of [C]bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these
hoes [Bm]starin' [C](starin')
Doors up,
eye candy (what?), Can't [G]park [C]it so I [G]land it
Bad [C]bitch ban[Bm]dit,
I [G]want her so [D]I smash [G]it (come here)
I make it look like magic,
yeah, watch me Shaq attack it (yeah)
[Bm]I jump out

[Verse 4]
of the Maybach,
Gucci flops [C]and a wave cap [Bm](Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like,
[C]"Where your shirt at?" [Bm](What?)
Bitch, why you [C]worried? I'm flex
[Bm]in' on p[C]urpose (yeah)
Killers in [Bm]my circle, two straps [C]on me,

[Verse 5]
Urk- , yeah (fire, fire)
[Bm]Ooh, alley- oop,
I pass that bitch right to [C]the crew, yeah
[Bm]Feel like Uncle Luke,
I make these bitches [C]show they boobs, yeah
[Bm]Creepin' with your boo around two,
and the coupe go [C]two somethin'
[Bm]Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin' shit,
I'm gruesome (drip)
Just [G]hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where [C]my shades at?
[G]Eighty in my Louis bag,
can't call this a purse, Jack
TSA with big racks, they like,
"Where you work [C]at?"
And I don't [G]want no verses, [C]man,
these niggas too wack [Bm](the fuck?)
Cappin' and they fraud, that's [C]on God,
[G]yeah (on God), uh
[Bm]Lil' nigga livin' extra [C]large
(large), on [G]God (on God)
[C]And you know [Bm]I keep that [C]carbon in my car,
yeah, on God (fire)
In that [Bm]big body, some[G]times [C]hard to park it,
on God, yeah

[Verse 6]
[Bm]I jump out of the Maybach,
Gucci flops [C]and a wave cap
[Bm]I got all my chains on, but they like,
[C]"Where your shirt at?" [Bm](Yeah)
Bitch, why you wor[C]ried? (Bitch), I'm
flexin' on purpose (flex)
Killers [Bm]in my circle,
two straps [C]on me, Urkel (fire)

[Outro 1]
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