Chords for Mike Will Made It - Drinks On Us [Feat. Swae Lee, & Future]

Everybody wanna know where you got your stuff
And you say, [Ab] man, I got the motherfuckin' plug
_ Everybody [F] sayin', ayy, where you get that [G] from?
And your shoes are [Fm] coolin' every time you in the club
If y'all [Bb] wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna go [A] to the bar, drinks on [C] us
If y'all [G] wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
[F] If y'all wanna hang out with the gangsters, y'all go ahead
I'm just gonna count a [Fm] little motherfuckin' bread
[Cm] If y'all wanna slither with the snitch, then y'all go [G] ahead
I keep a pair of [Fm] tridlons on them skates, they will be dead
Fuckers want [Bb] ransom, homie
Tears of joy run down [G] my cheek onto the soil
I would trick off on your bitch, but she ain't loyal
Nothing but [A] love for you niggas, riding with no tents
Grand total [Eb] five digits, make these [F] hoes repent
Popped a couple [A] pills, I feel like Johnny Mad Dog
I lost a couple friends, I'm tryna get these [Bb] bands off
You know we in this bitch, we throwin' up them grands, y'all
[F] And once we get that club, we bout to fuckin' go ham, y'all
My [Ab] comrades want them mils, my comrades want them millions
[A] My comrades want them mils, my comrades want [Bb] them billions
My comrades want that tree, my comrades want them trillions
[Am] Yeah, we need more than racks, my [Ab] comrades want them billions
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_ _ Every time [C] you hit the club, you always fuck it up
[Bb] If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
To the bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna go to the [G] bar, drinks on us _ _ _
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Got some red bottoms on the hottie-tottie
Put them heels in them nipples in Newcomb Valley
I just came in like a kamikaze
I just walked out like a zombie daddy
I don't like being in padded wagons
Show no [Cm] remorse, I'm about to fade
Had a few horses come out of Telly
Eating each other like it's credit
Got comas on pommas, I'm really ready
I'm really bout to pull up on the jet
I would never mention niggas, they ain't done
Nigga, nigga, never did exist
You niggas never, never been a threat
You niggas never get enough attention
I just put this bitch on punishment
I been hanging with the money, bitch
I [Fm] don't know what type of love is this
Can you tell me where my dollars [G] at?
For the hollow in your ball cap
What [Am] type of nigga you call that?
When I hang up on you, [C] never call back
I'm a money counter, count my own money
And the truth is you ain't never going up
[C] Every time you hit the club, you always fuck it up
If y'all wanna [Am] go to the bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna [F] go to the [G] bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna hang out with the gangsters, y'all go ahead
I'm just gonna count a little motherfucking red
If y'all wanna sleep with the snakes, then y'all go ahead
I keep a pedicure done, so them snakes, they will be dead _
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