Chords for *New* Lil Wayne Ft Takeoff, Rick Ross & Gucci Mane (2018) "IDGAF" (Explicit)

I don't give a fuck about you, I [G] don't give a fuck about Stills, [F#] and I don't give a fuck about [G] Raheem.
_ I don't give a [Bm] fuck about myself.
_ [G] Look, I ain't shit.
I [F#] ain't never gonna be short.
And you [G] less of a man than me, so as soon as I decide that [Bm] you ain't gonna do shit,
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[F#] So be it.
[G] You remember that, motherfucker.
[Bm] _ Cause I'm the one y'all need to [G] be worried about. _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [G] Partner.
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ I hate [F#] us.
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[F#] I _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ go hard in the motherfucking bank, [F#] nigga.
Touch eight [G] figures, stuff it in the bank, [Bm] nigga.
_ Bought a [Em] twenty bottles to the Rose [F#] Day.
Suck first [G] sweet, beat that water, throw [B] weight.
To these niggas [Em] I'm a motherfucking problem. _
[F#] Hang with the Bloods, [G] all the trips, all the [Bm] robbers.
See, Gucci, [Em] that's my motherfucking nigga.
[F#] Twenty racks on it, [G] bitch, you fucking with a killer.
[B] I can't hang with [Em] no pussy ass nigga.
[F#] Thousand carats in the train, [G] quarter millifloid, [B] nigga.
_ You think I [Em] give a fuck what other niggas [F#] think?
Make another [G] million every time a [B] nigga blink.
I'm rolling [Em] up the purple and I'm sipping [F#] pink.
_ Champagne [G] drown a bitch in piss, she tired of [B] pee.
She [G] only get the [Em] rat unless she keep it [F#] wet.
You looking at a gangsta [G] in disguise, who just ain't [Bm] deep in shit. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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[Bm] Catch a full of bad bitches, y'all [Em] niggas a G.
My [F#] enemies be on my drip, they [G] look like hoops to me.
My [Bm] standard is your girlfriend, then why she leaving with me?
[F#] We ain't dated but a woman [G] still, she gave me a key.
I call your [Bm] homeboy a [G] picture man, a grandma to three.
[F#] I told him count them bands up, I [Bm] got a seven and a key.
And even though you see me [G] on TV, jam on the weed.
I [F#] got the stupidest rich gamer [G] nigga ever to [Bm] say.
I got the kangaroo running [Em] about to jump on my chain.
I [F#] count a hundred thousand dollars, [Bm] I was just in my teens.
NBA money nigga, they just want them on rings.
You [F#] say your nigga again, money, [G] there ain't no money to me.
[Bm] _
_ _ Call her [Em] P.S. Divas, but she butt [F#] heads.
She know I'm busy, [G] I don't need none but [Bm] heads.
_ [Em] And I'm paying top dollar, [F#] chains so thin, [G] can't pop my collar.
[B] Pop one pill, [Em] make a nigga spend a grand.
[F#] Pop two pills, [G] make a nigga want to dance.
[Bm] Pop my trunk, [Em] pop me a nigga.
[F#] Just last night I had a [G] dream, I shot me a. _
[Bm] Pop my trunk, [Em] I'm a pop me a.
[F#] Just last night I had a [G] dream, I shot me a nigga.
[Bm] Pop my trunk, [Em] pop me a nigga.
[F#] Just last night I had a [G] dream, I shot me a. _
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Been [Bm] going hard all day, wish a nigga would fuck with me.
[F#] Then I blow the candles out on my pick.
[G] Nigga's always thinking it's a game, [Bm] until he ran him out the [G] arcade.
Stuntin' in my southern playa, [F#] wristed Cadillac Andre.
I [G] got that pack of the shit, rhyme plus [Bm] C.I.P.
You can do the math for me, bitch.
[Em] Every time I snap on her wrist, her head [F#] off,
it get mailed out, stamp on your lips.
[G] You can tell I'm grinding for a wrist.
Anything can [Bm] happen, cause a broke man is an optimist.
Well [G] tell him I'll be waiting in suspense.
I go to my [F#] apartment, but it's cool cause I never get it first.
And [G] I don't give two fucks about what your mouth say.
[Bm] Cause this shit is deeper than rap, I cannot say that.
[G] Feeling uptown, like somebody bring Juan May.
[F#] Like this shit is deeper than rap, I cannot say that.
[G] Feeling uptown, I feel like y'all [Bm] don't get enough time.
Is it [G] because he ain't got the tattoos, he ain't throwing up sand?
But let [F#] me throw up mine.
Hey, also let me shout [G] this bitch in the vine.
What's up in this vine?
[Bm] Just finish your lines.
And if you in your prime, the [G] crossbar's on the line.
Some of the time, [F#] they cross it with pie.
That's real, my nigga.
[G] Remember that.
And ain't [Bm] nobody, if they remember you, they remember [G] rap.
So just spit it back, and hope [F#] somebody diggin' that.
[G] This shit is deep.
_ [B] _
_ Fuckers [G] say, play along, man.
I saw [Em] my nigga, baby, chill [F#] with me.
Them niggas that fucks in [G] the back don't say nothing.
Them niggas are killing for [Bm] me.
Back as I counted my slick, I'm [G] fled.
Hunnid [Em] can't spit on that daddy [F#] for real.
Bitch, I'm a dog in my tree.
[G] How bout the frog and leap?
[Bm] I put them britches in [G] the fender.
My bitch, she walk around like she Chris Jemma.
[F#] I used to break in the ammo.
[G] They took a runner like the game of Temple.
[Bm] It's simple, I play with [G] a mantle.
Mama say she saw me on Jimmy [F#] Kimmel.
Canada, cuz I'm a man [G] assembled, walking with the rest.
I'm looking crippled.
[Bm] Fuck on that bitch, then I tipple.
[Em] A nigga for me to take pictures.
[F#] Not from LA, but I cripple.
[Bm] Double, markable, or triple.
Pulse on my body, no biblical.
I'm not your average or typical.
[F#] I got your dick in my wrist and it's [G] critical.
Hold it up, dropping the [Bm] temperature.
I get that bag on the regular.
[Em] I got a bag on my cellular.
[F#] Back in the back of them [G] vegetables.
Back in them cookies, it's medical.
[B] _ Cocaine, codeine, etc.
[G] Cocaine [E] in lane, it's literal.
[F#] I take off London on [G] Nebula.
I said, that's when it ends on my schedule.
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