Money Bags by A$AP Rocky Guitar Chords

Money Bags by A$AP Rocky (G)uitar Chords

[Intro]
(Bmin) (Emin) (Emin) (Bmin) x4
(Bmin) (Emin) (Emin) (Bmin)
(Bmin) (Emin) (Emin)
              (Bmin)
Is this guy serious?
(Bmin)          (Emin)          (Emin)    (Bmin)
Is this guy serious or what?

[Chorus]
(Bmin)     (Emin)             (Bmin)             (Bmin)
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
(Emin)                    (Bmin)
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
(Emin)                   (Bmin)
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
 (D)      (Emin)             (Bmin)
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
(Emin)                 (Bmin)
Let it out, let it out, let it out

[Verse]
(Emin)                            (Bmin)
I foresee the jealousy all in your eyes for sure
(Emin)                                      (Bmin)
Sure, they don't want to beef with my physique or my .44
      (Emin)                 (Bmin)                             (Emin)
Sure, life is sweet, I'm by the beach, sand all on the feet
                                      (Bmin)
By the seat, the time we meet, we'll leave em' by the shore
      (Emin)              (Bmin)                      (Emin)
Sure, pop a bean em' right to sleep sheets of my decor
                           (Bmin)                   (Emin)
With privacy, she grind on me and sweep on my rapport, whore
(Bmin)                                        (Emin)
(D)rama by the front door, pushing out the back door
(Emin)                       (Bmin)
Trapping out the bando, leave em' by the trap door
(Emin)          (Bmin)
Money bags, money bags
      (Emin)                   (Bmin)
Ten bands, ten bands, ten bands (ten bands)
          (Emin)                           (Bmin)
(D)rop the babies in the car seat, must be the Courvoisier
    (Emin)                (Bmin)
Tap on your boussie, valeting Cartier
(Emin)                     (Bmin)
Car keys to the Marcielago and Courtier
          (Emin)                           (Bmin)
Wake up thankful everyday, feel like Sydney Portier
    (Emin)
Ayy ayy, soundbite, soundbite, woo
(Bmin)                          (Emin)
Cheat code, cheat code, L1, down, right
            (Bmin)
(D)amn right, damn right
The nigga who your sound like, sound like
(Emin)
(D)emons fucking up my focus
 (Bmin)   (D)         (Emin)
Head vultures, precious death, death rows
                      (Bmin)
Pockets full of dead folks
       (Emin)                   (Bmin)
Prada soles full of dead roaches
         (Emin)
And some cud I stepped on
        (Emin)
Waiting for her to get left
        (Bmin)           (G)              (Emin)
On the same place, dead bodies get left on
                     (G)
But woke niggas get slept on
                  (Emin)
Broke niggas get flexed on
                       (Bmin)
I really wish she had less on
(G)                        (Emin)
I might fuck her with a dress on
            (G)
Scratching on me with her breasts on
(Bmin)                           (Emin)
We ain't stopping til' the next song
 (Emin)             (Bmin)               (Emin)
Next song, next song, next song

[Outro: Lil Yacthy]
(Bmin) (Emin) (Emin) (Bmin)
(Bmin) (Emin)
      (Emin)        (Bmin)
Ten bands, ten bands
(Emin)                 (Bmin)   (Emin)
Money bags, money bags
       (Bmin)               (Emin)
Money bags, money bags
      (Bmin)                (Emin)
Ten bands, ten bands
      (Bmin)                (Emin)
Ten bands, ten bands
(Bmin)                                (Emin)
Ricky Owens on me look like (D)om Pér
     (Bmin)                          (Emin)
St. Laurents on me, I don't wear Vans

 

1 year ago

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