silly watch Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C]Yeah (Let's go, Mario!)
Woo, woo, woo,
woo (let's go)
Woo, woo, woo (yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo,
woo, woo, woo, woo (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Uh, I came in [C]with a new .40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that
ho wanna Milly Rock
I'm with my boys and no,
we do not Milly Rock
Funny money,
no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Mille,
this not a silly watch (whoa)
All this money make me wanna hit my
Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just
give me lots (hello?)
At the dealer,
I can't pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys,
you know that we sharin' thots
I got niggas that be movin'
the tan rock
That's the end of that,
no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here,
I swear they talk a lot
Drive- by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
(ooh)
Double- park,
new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons, use my
heart a lot (blaow)

[Verse 3]
Bend it over, little [C]baby, just
arch a lot
Yeah, she caramel but I call that bitch
butterscotch
Dove bars, yeah,
they choppin' that soap a lot
Got my money,
then I had to just flood the block
I'm the only one that
fucked on that bitch
But I made that ho just cum and just
neck the block
Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch,
I blessed the block
We got shooters that's gon' pull up
and X your block (blaow)
Woof, woof,
woof, woof (yeah)
Makin' money like a nigga don't
need the drop
One eye open, Illuminati
like Fetty Wap
Microwave help me dry out the
Redi Rock
Throwin' money,
beat the pockets, got heavy knots
Gettin' guala, they don't
know when the fetti stop
Every day my birthday,
why the confetti stop?
She look good but she wear Fashion
Nova
Took her shoppin',
put her right in some Vetements
Got a bitch,
yeah, she live in New York
But I took her right down, right in
L.A
Spent a hundred thousand right at
the Beverly
In the section, probably where, um,
the felons be
I'm on Rodeo,
it ain't shit you could tell to me
And I'm on a boat,

[Verse 4]
it ain't shit you could sell to me
[C]Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make
that ho wanna Milly Rock
I'm with my boys and no,
we do not Milly Rock
Funny money,
no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Mille,
this not a silly watch
All this money make me wanna hit my
Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just
give me lots
At the dealer,
I can't pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys,
you know that we sharin' thots
I got niggas that be movin' the
tan rock
That's the end of that,
no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here,
I swear they talk a lot
Drive- by on a rat, you
a walkin' cop
Double- park,
new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons, use my
heart a lot

[Verse 5]
I was chillin' with the niggas you [C]fear a lot
Highbridge, I was just right there
on the block
What do they got in
common with Uzi?
We get money and we fucked up just
on your thots
Make the haters sit back and,
um, think a lot
I'm so lit,
I could make your whole strip hot
Hit your bitch,
yeah, she make me want body rock
Yeah, your bitch,
she a thotty, old thotty- thot
Make her drop,
then she gave that boy sloppy- top
This Chanel, no,
I don't wear no Baccarat
Went to Vegas,
made some money off baccarat
Raf Simons jeans,
they good for the pocket rocket
I'm in Eliott,
keep tryna get these diamond socks
Slidin' all on the ice like
a hockey shot
Seventeen- five for a t- shirt
He got half,
like he pulled up just with a crop
Whoa, gators on me, you can't
[Gm]catch me in bummy Croc[C]s
I'm a hare all on my [Gm]bike, bitch,
I bunny- hop
[C]Hugh Hefner died so
[Gm]I can't get bunny top
[C]I can never die un[Gm]less all
my money stops
[C]Fuckin' on your bitch and
[Gm]I use a thumb a lot
[C]When I do that, yeah,
I make that bitch cum a lot
Countin' up my millions,
you know it's up a lot (yeah)

[Verse 6]
Uh, I [C]came in with a new .40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that
ho wanna Milly Rock
I'm with my boys and no,
we do not Milly Rock
Funny money,
no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Mille,
this not a silly watch
All this money make me wanna hit my
Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just
give me lots
At the dealer,
I can't pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys,
you know that we sharin' thots
I got niggas that be movin' the
tan rock
That's the end of that,
no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here,
I swear they talk a lot
Drive- by on a rat, you
a walkin' cop
Double- park,
new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons, use my
heart a lot (Lil Uzi)