Chords for Remy Martin - Whateva

[Ab] _ _ _ [E] Are you ready?
I need everybody to report to the dance floor right now!
Remind yourself in the building!
All my ladies that don't need a man, you gotta tell them to report to the dance floor right now!
All my niggas that's on the ground, you are on the dance floor right now!
We about to get it poppin' in this motherfuckin' place!
Remy!
Remy!
Remy!
I already told y'all when it is, man!
Swizzy!
Swizzy!
That gon' make me!
One, two, go!
Let's go!
Put your right hand up!
Put your left hand up!
Put your right hand up!
Put your left hand up!
Put your right hand up!
Put your left hand up!
Put your right hand up!
What's a man?
A man is whatever!
Whatever!
Whatever!
Whatever!
_ _ _ _ Whatever!
Whatever!
Whatever!
If the boss think that I'm a jitter, I have it with a pillow and a casket won't fit her.
The only reason I hit her, she kept soakin' greasy.
Lil' Junk Skizy, but ask somebody who I be.
Bitch, I'm all to the easy.
It's midsummer, got on low fees, cause my arms are squeezy.
And I hit flop for no reason.
See, I got [Eb] money, but it go a ways for all the [E] sweety.
Yeah, see, hip-hop needs me.
The beats are swizz, the girl is sick, and please believe that I'm a starter.
See, every damn day I ball.
My jewels is blue and gray, like Teton Hall.
Put your right hand up!
Put your left _ _ hand _ _ _ up!
Put your right hand up!
What a man is whatever!
_ Whatever!
Whatever!
Whatever!
Whatever!
Whatever!
Whatever!
C-T-C-Ram is a monster.
I'm a rap's MVP.
The star of their roster, officially a boogie-down bronzer.
Never squatting, the Brady bunch and I ain't marching
My shit soaked, [Ab] one of they should call me Margin
I ain't gotta be gross as long as I'm in charge
And whenever I say go, so if I say no
Don't ask why soon, it's [Gm] because I've [Ab] stayed told
But for the [E] two of them, ain't nothing new to me
I run through your little gated community
You know how the girl be, I'm a showstopper
I'll get it to you early [Bb] before the niggas [E] fuck up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand _ _ _ _ _ _ _ up
My _ hand is whatever, whatever, whatever _
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[Ab] See this goes out to my BX crew
Put your hands up in the air if you feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all [E] night
Treat niggas like hoes
Whatever, like a full on blaze
And I be hotter than hole and work at the daze
And you keep trying to make shit to make niggas [Fm] bop
I make shit that clean [E] and niggas get shot
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup
And you already know the rules don't apply to us
We going through what we through with whatever the fuck
We in the fly shit, here we go
Driving backwards down the road with a big in the hypnotized video
Sing this, sing in stereo
Turn it higher, higher, now everybody lights a light
Put your right hand up, put [Ab] your left _ _ [E]
hand _ _ _ _ _ up
My hand is whatever, whatever, whatever _
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