Chords for Moneybagg Yo feat. GloRilla - On Wat U On (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
92.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
Em
B
Ab
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[Ab] [G] [E]
[Em]
I'm a gun, hey!
[E] Fuck my hoe, fuck that bitch, I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone, it is what it is, I'm on what you on.
[B] Fuck my nigga, he ain't [Em] shit, boy ain't good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, you with that bitch.
[E] What, asking me bout bitches in the city that she think I'm fucking?
Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her [B] nothing.
Ah, if he ain't got shit to say now, huh?
Dumbass.
I'd rather tell her nothing smirking in her face.
What the fuck, funny.
Then [E] I say change the subject, let me know right now.
What, if it ain't no future us?
Cause one too close to zero [Em] gotta keep me some on top.
She like, uh, you do too much.
So, I reply, you don't do enough.
Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and [E] fuck.
Walking straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you.
Trying to see me every weekend.
Damn, I need space to miss you.
Know [B] I love you, bae.
Our problems go away when my dick in you.
[Em] When I caught myself trying to do shit right here, go another issue.
Man, fuck [E] my hoe, fuck that bitch.
I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone.
It is what it is, I'm on what you on.
Fuck [Em] my nigga, he ain't shit.
Boy ain't good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, you with [E] that bitch.
All that telling, fuck some crazy.
Tell him how you got me fucked up.
Your mama ain't got no daughters, boy, you ain't the bitch's brother.
Then you [B] told me that you knew the bitch, but she [Em] ain't say you fucked.
Oh, cheating ass, toxic ass, Gucci motherfucker.
With my man today, hmm, back outside the mall.
I be done with him today, NBA to South Tamar.
I be buzzing out these windows, got him switching up his car.
He won't find shit in my phone, but them look pictures of his car.
Constantly bringing up my ex and shit, he must want me to go back.
I could really pop my shit for real, but I don't think he know that.
Cause that nigga, I'll do good to show him that I'm on that.
And he'll never ever ever ever ever give this hoe back.
Come [E] fuck my hoe.
Fuck that bitch.
Don't give a fuck about none of this shit.
Leave me alone.
Don't take my phone.
That is what it is.
I'm on what you [B] want.
Fuck my nigga.
He ain't shit.
[Em] Boy aint good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, [E] you with that bitch.
Fuck my hoe.
Fuck that bitch.
I don't give a fuck about none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone.
That is what it is.
I'm on what [Em] you want.
Fuck my nigga.
He ain't shit.
Boy aint good for no more dick.
Flyin' like you with your niggas, pussy boy, you with [E] that bitch
[Em] [B]
[Ab] [G] [E]
[Em]
I'm a gun, hey!
[E] Fuck my hoe, fuck that bitch, I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone, it is what it is, I'm on what you on.
[B] Fuck my nigga, he ain't [Em] shit, boy ain't good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, you with that bitch.
[E] What, asking me bout bitches in the city that she think I'm fucking?
Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her [B] nothing.
Ah, if he ain't got shit to say now, huh?
Dumbass.
I'd rather tell her nothing smirking in her face.
What the fuck, funny.
Then [E] I say change the subject, let me know right now.
What, if it ain't no future us?
Cause one too close to zero [Em] gotta keep me some on top.
She like, uh, you do too much.
So, I reply, you don't do enough.
Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and [E] fuck.
Walking straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you.
Trying to see me every weekend.
Damn, I need space to miss you.
Know [B] I love you, bae.
Our problems go away when my dick in you.
[Em] When I caught myself trying to do shit right here, go another issue.
Man, fuck [E] my hoe, fuck that bitch.
I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone.
It is what it is, I'm on what you on.
Fuck [Em] my nigga, he ain't shit.
Boy ain't good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, you with [E] that bitch.
All that telling, fuck some crazy.
Tell him how you got me fucked up.
Your mama ain't got no daughters, boy, you ain't the bitch's brother.
Then you [B] told me that you knew the bitch, but she [Em] ain't say you fucked.
Oh, cheating ass, toxic ass, Gucci motherfucker.
With my man today, hmm, back outside the mall.
I be done with him today, NBA to South Tamar.
I be buzzing out these windows, got him switching up his car.
He won't find shit in my phone, but them look pictures of his car.
Constantly bringing up my ex and shit, he must want me to go back.
I could really pop my shit for real, but I don't think he know that.
Cause that nigga, I'll do good to show him that I'm on that.
And he'll never ever ever ever ever give this hoe back.
Come [E] fuck my hoe.
Fuck that bitch.
Don't give a fuck about none of this shit.
Leave me alone.
Don't take my phone.
That is what it is.
I'm on what you [B] want.
Fuck my nigga.
He ain't shit.
[Em] Boy aint good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, [E] you with that bitch.
Fuck my hoe.
Fuck that bitch.
I don't give a fuck about none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone.
That is what it is.
I'm on what [Em] you want.
Fuck my nigga.
He ain't shit.
Boy aint good for no more dick.
Flyin' like you with your niggas, pussy boy, you with [E] that bitch
[Em] [B]
Key:
E
Em
B
Ab
G
E
Em
B
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm a gun, hey!
_ _ _ _ [E] Fuck my hoe, fuck that bitch, I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone, it is what it is, I'm on what you on.
[B] Fuck my nigga, he ain't [Em] shit, boy ain't good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, you with that bitch.
[E] What, asking me bout bitches in the city that she think I'm fucking?
Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her [B] nothing.
Ah, if he ain't got shit to say now, huh?
Dumbass.
I'd rather tell her nothing smirking in her face.
What the fuck, funny.
Then [E] I say change the subject, let me know right now.
What, if it ain't no future us?
Cause one too close to zero [Em] gotta keep me some on top.
She like, uh, you do too much.
So, I reply, you don't do enough.
Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and [E] fuck.
Walking straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you.
Trying to see me every weekend.
Damn, I need space to miss you.
Know [B] I love you, bae.
Our problems go away when my dick in you.
[Em] When I caught myself trying to do shit right here, go another issue.
Man, fuck [E] my hoe, fuck that bitch.
I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone.
It is what it is, I'm on what you on.
Fuck [Em] my nigga, he ain't shit.
Boy ain't good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, you with [E] that bitch.
All that telling, fuck some crazy.
Tell him how you got me fucked up.
Your mama ain't got no daughters, boy, you ain't the bitch's brother.
Then you [B] told me that you knew the bitch, but she [Em] ain't say you fucked.
Oh, cheating ass, toxic ass, Gucci motherfucker.
With my man today, hmm, back outside the mall.
I be done with him today, NBA to South Tamar.
I be buzzing out these windows, got him switching up his car.
He won't find shit in my phone, but them look pictures of his car.
Constantly bringing up my ex and shit, he must want me to go back.
I could really pop my shit for real, but I don't think he know that.
Cause that nigga, I'll do good to show him that I'm on that.
And he'll never ever ever ever ever give this hoe back.
Come [E] fuck my hoe.
Fuck that bitch.
Don't give a fuck about none of this shit.
Leave me alone.
Don't take my phone.
That is what it is.
I'm on what you [B] want.
Fuck my nigga.
He ain't shit.
[Em] Boy aint good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, [E] you with that bitch.
Fuck my hoe.
Fuck that bitch.
I don't give a fuck about none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone.
That is what it is.
I'm on what [Em] you want.
Fuck my nigga.
He ain't shit.
Boy aint good for no more dick.
Flyin' like you with your niggas, pussy boy, you with [E] that bitch
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm a gun, hey!
_ _ _ _ [E] Fuck my hoe, fuck that bitch, I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone, it is what it is, I'm on what you on.
[B] Fuck my nigga, he ain't [Em] shit, boy ain't good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, you with that bitch.
[E] What, asking me bout bitches in the city that she think I'm fucking?
Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her [B] nothing.
Ah, if he ain't got shit to say now, huh?
Dumbass.
I'd rather tell her nothing smirking in her face.
What the fuck, funny.
Then [E] I say change the subject, let me know right now.
What, if it ain't no future us?
Cause one too close to zero [Em] gotta keep me some on top.
She like, uh, you do too much.
So, I reply, you don't do enough.
Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and [E] fuck.
Walking straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you.
Trying to see me every weekend.
Damn, I need space to miss you.
Know [B] I love you, bae.
Our problems go away when my dick in you.
[Em] When I caught myself trying to do shit right here, go another issue.
Man, fuck [E] my hoe, fuck that bitch.
I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone.
It is what it is, I'm on what you on.
Fuck [Em] my nigga, he ain't shit.
Boy ain't good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, you with [E] that bitch.
All that telling, fuck some crazy.
Tell him how you got me fucked up.
Your mama ain't got no daughters, boy, you ain't the bitch's brother.
Then you [B] told me that you knew the bitch, but she [Em] ain't say you fucked.
Oh, cheating ass, toxic ass, Gucci motherfucker.
With my man today, hmm, back outside the mall.
I be done with him today, NBA to South Tamar.
I be buzzing out these windows, got him switching up his car.
He won't find shit in my phone, but them look pictures of his car.
Constantly bringing up my ex and shit, he must want me to go back.
I could really pop my shit for real, but I don't think he know that.
Cause that nigga, I'll do good to show him that I'm on that.
And he'll never ever ever ever ever give this hoe back.
Come [E] fuck my hoe.
Fuck that bitch.
Don't give a fuck about none of this shit.
Leave me alone.
Don't take my phone.
That is what it is.
I'm on what you [B] want.
Fuck my nigga.
He ain't shit.
[Em] Boy aint good for no more dick.
Flogging like you with your nigga, pussy boy, [E] you with that bitch.
Fuck my hoe.
Fuck that bitch.
I don't give a fuck about none of this shit.
Leave me alone, don't take my phone.
That is what it is.
I'm on what [Em] you want.
Fuck my nigga.
He ain't shit.
Boy aint good for no more dick.
Flyin' like you with your niggas, pussy boy, you with [E] that bitch
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _