Chords for Post Malone - Rockstar ft. 21 Savage Lyrics (Dylan Matthew Remix)
Tempo:
103.2 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Bb
Eb
C
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm]
let me play that
[Bb] [Gm]
I'm not containin' lyrical abilities, it's goin' so hard
Got a couple people tellin' me that they're thinkin' that I'm a go-fart
But I'm a go-fart
All I want is supermodels in the back and six or seven black cards
Cocaine on the table, if you're born, don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a goopy, she just tryna get it
I'm with the band Ay, ay
Now she actin' out of pocket, tryna grab up on my bands
Some new bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
How bout a fan?
Ay, ay
I [Eb] been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like [Gm] a rockstar
Ah yeah
Fuckin' with me, call up on the Uzi and show up man, then I'm shot at last
When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go ka-ta-ta-ta
Pull up at the mall and they surround us, man, I'm feelin' like a popstar
Ay, if I want your girl, all I gotta do is just pull up with my guitar
Oh, talkin' shit but you don't even know me, man, that shit is really bizarre
Didn't even know you dropped a song because your shit ain't on my radar
Okay, what time is it now?
4.30. in the morning but my music's still out Drivin' 90 down the freeway and the windows are down You can claim that you're the king, but shit, I still wear the crown And I can tell that you're a lazy ass artist from your words Everybody wanna be [C] famous but don't put in the [Gm] work I been practicin' all night, all day, found a girl I can call my babe Money's up, man, I'm gettin' paid Girlies in my DMs like, hey [Bb] Ay, ay I been fuckin' those and poppin' billies, man, [Am] I feel just like a [Gm] rockstar Ay, all my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like a rockstar Ay, ay Fuckin' with me, call up on a rosy and show a man them Lashatas When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go krrata-ta-ta [Eb] [Gm]
[G]
[F] [Eb]
[Bb] [Fm]
let me play that
[Bb] [Gm]
I'm not containin' lyrical abilities, it's goin' so hard
Got a couple people tellin' me that they're thinkin' that I'm a go-fart
But I'm a go-fart
All I want is supermodels in the back and six or seven black cards
Cocaine on the table, if you're born, don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a goopy, she just tryna get it
I'm with the band Ay, ay
Now she actin' out of pocket, tryna grab up on my bands
Some new bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
How bout a fan?
Ay, ay
I [Eb] been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like [Gm] a rockstar
Ah yeah
Fuckin' with me, call up on the Uzi and show up man, then I'm shot at last
When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go ka-ta-ta-ta
Pull up at the mall and they surround us, man, I'm feelin' like a popstar
Ay, if I want your girl, all I gotta do is just pull up with my guitar
Oh, talkin' shit but you don't even know me, man, that shit is really bizarre
Didn't even know you dropped a song because your shit ain't on my radar
Okay, what time is it now?
4.30. in the morning but my music's still out Drivin' 90 down the freeway and the windows are down You can claim that you're the king, but shit, I still wear the crown And I can tell that you're a lazy ass artist from your words Everybody wanna be [C] famous but don't put in the [Gm] work I been practicin' all night, all day, found a girl I can call my babe Money's up, man, I'm gettin' paid Girlies in my DMs like, hey [Bb] Ay, ay I been fuckin' those and poppin' billies, man, [Am] I feel just like a [Gm] rockstar Ay, all my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like a rockstar Ay, ay Fuckin' with me, call up on a rosy and show a man them Lashatas When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go krrata-ta-ta [Eb] [Gm]
[G]
[F] [Eb]
[Bb] [Fm]
Key:
Gm
Bb
Eb
C
Cm
Gm
Bb
Eb
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
let me play that _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ I'm not containin' lyrical abilities, it's goin' so hard
_ _ Got a couple people tellin' me that they're thinkin' that I'm a go-fart
But I'm a go-fart
All I want is supermodels in the back and six or seven black cards
Cocaine on the table, if you're born, don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a goopy, she just tryna get it
_ I'm with the band Ay, ay
Now she actin' out of pocket, tryna grab up on my bands
Some new bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
How bout a fan?
_ Ay, ay
I [Eb] _ been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar
_ All my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like [Gm] a rockstar
Ah yeah
Fuckin' with me, call up on the Uzi and show up man, then I'm shot at last
_ When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go ka-ta-ta-ta
_ _ _ Pull up at the mall and they surround us, man, I'm feelin' like a popstar
Ay, if I want your girl, all I gotta do is just pull up with my guitar _
Oh, talkin' shit but you don't even know me, man, that shit is really bizarre
_ _ _ Didn't even know you dropped a song because your shit ain't on my radar
Okay, what time is it now?
4.30. in the morning but my music's still out Drivin' 90 down the freeway and the windows are down You can claim that you're the king, but shit, I still wear the crown And I can tell that you're a lazy ass artist from your words Everybody wanna be [C] famous but don't put in the [Gm] work I been practicin' all night, all day, found a girl I can call my babe Money's up, man, I'm gettin' paid Girlies in my DMs like, hey [Bb] Ay, ay I been fuckin' those and poppin' billies, man, [Am] I feel just like a [Gm] rockstar Ay, all my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like a rockstar Ay, ay Fuckin' with me, call up on a rosy and show a man them Lashatas _ _ When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go krrata-ta-ta _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
let me play that _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ I'm not containin' lyrical abilities, it's goin' so hard
_ _ Got a couple people tellin' me that they're thinkin' that I'm a go-fart
But I'm a go-fart
All I want is supermodels in the back and six or seven black cards
Cocaine on the table, if you're born, don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a goopy, she just tryna get it
_ I'm with the band Ay, ay
Now she actin' out of pocket, tryna grab up on my bands
Some new bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
How bout a fan?
_ Ay, ay
I [Eb] _ been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar
_ All my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like [Gm] a rockstar
Ah yeah
Fuckin' with me, call up on the Uzi and show up man, then I'm shot at last
_ When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go ka-ta-ta-ta
_ _ _ Pull up at the mall and they surround us, man, I'm feelin' like a popstar
Ay, if I want your girl, all I gotta do is just pull up with my guitar _
Oh, talkin' shit but you don't even know me, man, that shit is really bizarre
_ _ _ Didn't even know you dropped a song because your shit ain't on my radar
Okay, what time is it now?
4.30. in the morning but my music's still out Drivin' 90 down the freeway and the windows are down You can claim that you're the king, but shit, I still wear the crown And I can tell that you're a lazy ass artist from your words Everybody wanna be [C] famous but don't put in the [Gm] work I been practicin' all night, all day, found a girl I can call my babe Money's up, man, I'm gettin' paid Girlies in my DMs like, hey [Bb] Ay, ay I been fuckin' those and poppin' billies, man, [Am] I feel just like a [Gm] rockstar Ay, all my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like a rockstar Ay, ay Fuckin' with me, call up on a rosy and show a man them Lashatas _ _ When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go krrata-ta-ta _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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