Chords for BLADEE_WALLET WONT FOLD:(
Tempo:
150.05 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
A
F#m
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] Carabao, Carabao, Carabao, Carabao
[A] [B]
[F#m]
[B]
[E] [A]
[B]
[A]
[B] [E]
I don't even fold, I'm stuck on the door
Long ways to go, silver gimbal with [B] the gold
Buzzing my neon [E] stack, feeling like I'm sixteen years old
We move [B] with discretion, we move with [E] discretion
Put my neck on the wheel, bitch but let me take it slow
I have to take [F#m] one more, but I knew you [E] [B] already know
Cause [F#m] you knew it was plastic, pushing on my pocket at all
[B] But you have to pay with pieces more, can't see you with that black [E] as gold
You look at me like a statue, but you don't doubt my endorsement
So I'm kinda paranoid, look in my eyes and see the [A] void
I wanna spend all my change, I can't even have what [E] you broke
I can't [B] even concentrate, I'm ready for my [E] destined date
You don't know the drag yet, twenty K on my fucking face
I'll be on the Broadway, I can't wait on fucking Jace
I'm burning like Aladdin, I'm so hot with my biscuits
And then you're a [B] westerkid, and you're a wester [E]-she-jin
Every time I'm back in, I don't know what happened
[B] Twenty racks [C#m] on cash, didn't put up at the mansion
I don't even wish it, but I get the shake quick
[B] I've been in some bitch-whips, I got my good [E] Christian
I've been reading about us, shit is just a mission
I've been waiting in my [B] competition, see you [F#m] chasing
I've been through one of my [C#m] children, what do you [B] think?
I'm on a mind, I have [E] a split, I don't even fuck
[C#m] I get [E] high with the gold, cause my nails are tacky
Feel like I'm sixty year old
I'm [B] on a discretion, we move with [E] discretion
I'm on a money, no giving, good spot, let me take it though
Cause I have the next number, [A] but it's who you already [B] know
And [E] it was plastic, but you know my po' with that hoe
And yeah, I'm paid [B] with pizza, smoke, cashier with a [G#] microscope
[C#]
[N]
[A] [B]
[F#m]
[B]
[E] [A]
[B]
[A]
[B] [E]
I don't even fold, I'm stuck on the door
Long ways to go, silver gimbal with [B] the gold
Buzzing my neon [E] stack, feeling like I'm sixteen years old
We move [B] with discretion, we move with [E] discretion
Put my neck on the wheel, bitch but let me take it slow
I have to take [F#m] one more, but I knew you [E] [B] already know
Cause [F#m] you knew it was plastic, pushing on my pocket at all
[B] But you have to pay with pieces more, can't see you with that black [E] as gold
You look at me like a statue, but you don't doubt my endorsement
So I'm kinda paranoid, look in my eyes and see the [A] void
I wanna spend all my change, I can't even have what [E] you broke
I can't [B] even concentrate, I'm ready for my [E] destined date
You don't know the drag yet, twenty K on my fucking face
I'll be on the Broadway, I can't wait on fucking Jace
I'm burning like Aladdin, I'm so hot with my biscuits
And then you're a [B] westerkid, and you're a wester [E]-she-jin
Every time I'm back in, I don't know what happened
[B] Twenty racks [C#m] on cash, didn't put up at the mansion
I don't even wish it, but I get the shake quick
[B] I've been in some bitch-whips, I got my good [E] Christian
I've been reading about us, shit is just a mission
I've been waiting in my [B] competition, see you [F#m] chasing
I've been through one of my [C#m] children, what do you [B] think?
I'm on a mind, I have [E] a split, I don't even fuck
[C#m] I get [E] high with the gold, cause my nails are tacky
Feel like I'm sixty year old
I'm [B] on a discretion, we move with [E] discretion
I'm on a money, no giving, good spot, let me take it though
Cause I have the next number, [A] but it's who you already [B] know
And [E] it was plastic, but you know my po' with that hoe
And yeah, I'm paid [B] with pizza, smoke, cashier with a [G#] microscope
[C#]
[N]
Key:
B
E
A
F#m
C#m
B
E
A
[E] _ Carabao, Carabao, Carabao, Carabao
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E]
I don't even fold, I'm stuck on the door
Long ways to go, silver gimbal with [B] the gold
Buzzing my neon [E] stack, feeling like I'm sixteen years old
We move [B] with discretion, we move with [E] discretion
Put my neck on the wheel, bitch but let me take it slow
I have to take [F#m] one more, but I knew you [E] [B] already know
Cause [F#m] you knew it was plastic, pushing on my pocket at all
[B] But you have to pay with pieces more, can't see you with that black [E] as gold
You look at me like a statue, but you don't doubt my endorsement
So I'm kinda paranoid, look in my eyes and see the [A] void
I wanna spend all my change, I can't even have what [E] you broke
I can't [B] even concentrate, I'm ready for my [E] destined date
You don't know the drag yet, twenty K on my fucking face
I'll be on the Broadway, I can't wait on fucking Jace
I'm burning like Aladdin, I'm so hot with my biscuits
And then you're a [B] westerkid, and you're a wester [E]-she-jin
Every time I'm back in, I don't know what happened
[B] Twenty racks [C#m] on cash, didn't put up at the mansion
I don't even wish it, but I get the shake quick
[B] I've been in some bitch-whips, I got my good [E] Christian
I've been reading about us, shit is just a mission
I've _ been waiting in my [B] competition, see you [F#m] chasing
I've been through one of my [C#m] children, what do you [B] think?
I'm on a mind, I have [E] a split, I don't even fuck _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ I get [E] high with the gold, cause my nails are tacky
Feel like I'm sixty year old
I'm [B] on a discretion, we move with [E] discretion
I'm on a money, no giving, good spot, let me take it though
Cause I have the next number, [A] but it's who you already [B] know
And [E] it was plastic, but you know my po' with that hoe
And yeah, I'm paid [B] with pizza, smoke, cashier with a [G#] microscope
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E]
I don't even fold, I'm stuck on the door
Long ways to go, silver gimbal with [B] the gold
Buzzing my neon [E] stack, feeling like I'm sixteen years old
We move [B] with discretion, we move with [E] discretion
Put my neck on the wheel, bitch but let me take it slow
I have to take [F#m] one more, but I knew you [E] [B] already know
Cause [F#m] you knew it was plastic, pushing on my pocket at all
[B] But you have to pay with pieces more, can't see you with that black [E] as gold
You look at me like a statue, but you don't doubt my endorsement
So I'm kinda paranoid, look in my eyes and see the [A] void
I wanna spend all my change, I can't even have what [E] you broke
I can't [B] even concentrate, I'm ready for my [E] destined date
You don't know the drag yet, twenty K on my fucking face
I'll be on the Broadway, I can't wait on fucking Jace
I'm burning like Aladdin, I'm so hot with my biscuits
And then you're a [B] westerkid, and you're a wester [E]-she-jin
Every time I'm back in, I don't know what happened
[B] Twenty racks [C#m] on cash, didn't put up at the mansion
I don't even wish it, but I get the shake quick
[B] I've been in some bitch-whips, I got my good [E] Christian
I've been reading about us, shit is just a mission
I've _ been waiting in my [B] competition, see you [F#m] chasing
I've been through one of my [C#m] children, what do you [B] think?
I'm on a mind, I have [E] a split, I don't even fuck _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ I get [E] high with the gold, cause my nails are tacky
Feel like I'm sixty year old
I'm [B] on a discretion, we move with [E] discretion
I'm on a money, no giving, good spot, let me take it though
Cause I have the next number, [A] but it's who you already [B] know
And [E] it was plastic, but you know my po' with that hoe
And yeah, I'm paid [B] with pizza, smoke, cashier with a [G#] microscope
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _