Chords for Rod Wave - Sack Right Ft. Yo Gotti (Official Audio)
Tempo:
75.75 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
Cm
Ab
F
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Fm]
[F] [Cm] Okay, last night, [Eb] lost you recovering from [Ab] last night, [Cm] last night I was fighting demons
with [Fm] my past life, that's right I was pouring drink and sipping air right, baby to the fast food.
Okay, yesterday, [Cm] really can't remember much [Bb] from yesterday, but [Fm] everyday I wake up I turn
it to a charity for heavy weight, I'm a heavyweight, use a featherweight, when we dig it [Cm] I'm straight,
yeah, [Fm]
what the fuck, [Eb] this bitch old as hell and [Fm] I'm young as fuck, she drunk as fuck,
[Ab] and my face talking about her [Fm] turn me, so she's so just look, I know suck and fuck,
cut my money up, know I got my money, [Ebm] oh, [Db] oh, oh, oh, on my own lane, [Ebm] my own [Ab] lane,
I pay that gold, gang gang, on the same thing, it don't [Bb] make no sense if [Fm] we don't make no
I ain't all I got to say to a hater this year
Get your sack right, get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right there
Get your sack [Bb] right, go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, go get your [Bbm] sack right, yeah
[Fm] We talkin' thuggin' or we talkin' money
New mansion mama flow got me a couple hundred cash, nigga
My wife like 400 with no stones in it
My partner in the [Cm] fed in his cell, he got a [Fm] phone in it
Lil' [Eb] budget cracked the bed, but fuck, he [Fm] still livin'
[Cm] Another day to wake up, get another me
[F] I came to [C] ball, it's not a scrimmage, shoot the [F] clip into his
Rolls truck a matching [Cm] year, 6.5 in his jean
And if it's war, you know we [Ab] spinnin', do your [Fm] sentence, not no snitchin'
Hope that Drake [Cm] don't start glitchin', seven [Fm] figures out that kitchen
Chanel bag for my [Am] bitches, they're [Cm] already 20-20
I'm just ridin' with my [Fm] glizzy
Do my own thing in [Ebm] my own lane
[Ab] Game game, I'm the same thing
[Fm] It don't make no sense if it don't make no paper, yeah
Ain't all I gotta say to a [Ab] hater this year
[Db]
[Ebm] Get your sack right [Db] there
Get your sack right, [Ab] go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, [Cm] go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack [Eb] right, yeah
[Fm]
I was [F] pouring, drinking, sipping, alright I did it to the fast life
[C]
[F] [Cm] Okay, last night, [Eb] lost you recovering from [Ab] last night, [Cm] last night I was fighting demons
with [Fm] my past life, that's right I was pouring drink and sipping air right, baby to the fast food.
Okay, yesterday, [Cm] really can't remember much [Bb] from yesterday, but [Fm] everyday I wake up I turn
it to a charity for heavy weight, I'm a heavyweight, use a featherweight, when we dig it [Cm] I'm straight,
yeah, [Fm]
what the fuck, [Eb] this bitch old as hell and [Fm] I'm young as fuck, she drunk as fuck,
[Ab] and my face talking about her [Fm] turn me, so she's so just look, I know suck and fuck,
cut my money up, know I got my money, [Ebm] oh, [Db] oh, oh, oh, on my own lane, [Ebm] my own [Ab] lane,
I pay that gold, gang gang, on the same thing, it don't [Bb] make no sense if [Fm] we don't make no
I ain't all I got to say to a hater this year
Get your sack right, get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right there
Get your sack [Bb] right, go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, go get your [Bbm] sack right, yeah
[Fm] We talkin' thuggin' or we talkin' money
New mansion mama flow got me a couple hundred cash, nigga
My wife like 400 with no stones in it
My partner in the [Cm] fed in his cell, he got a [Fm] phone in it
Lil' [Eb] budget cracked the bed, but fuck, he [Fm] still livin'
[Cm] Another day to wake up, get another me
[F] I came to [C] ball, it's not a scrimmage, shoot the [F] clip into his
Rolls truck a matching [Cm] year, 6.5 in his jean
And if it's war, you know we [Ab] spinnin', do your [Fm] sentence, not no snitchin'
Hope that Drake [Cm] don't start glitchin', seven [Fm] figures out that kitchen
Chanel bag for my [Am] bitches, they're [Cm] already 20-20
I'm just ridin' with my [Fm] glizzy
Do my own thing in [Ebm] my own lane
[Ab] Game game, I'm the same thing
[Fm] It don't make no sense if it don't make no paper, yeah
Ain't all I gotta say to a [Ab] hater this year
[Db]
[Ebm] Get your sack right [Db] there
Get your sack right, [Ab] go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, [Cm] go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack [Eb] right, yeah
[Fm]
I was [F] pouring, drinking, sipping, alright I did it to the fast life
[C]
Key:
Fm
Cm
Ab
F
Eb
Fm
Cm
Ab
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] Okay, last night, [Eb] lost you recovering from [Ab] last night, [Cm] last night I was fighting demons
with [Fm] my past life, that's right I was pouring drink and sipping air right, baby to the fast food.
Okay, yesterday, [Cm] really can't remember much [Bb] from yesterday, but [Fm] everyday I wake up I turn
it to a charity for heavy weight, I'm a heavyweight, use a featherweight, when we dig it [Cm] I'm straight,
yeah, [Fm]
what the fuck, [Eb] this bitch old as hell and [Fm] I'm young as fuck, she drunk as fuck,
[Ab] and my face talking about her [Fm] turn me, so she's so just look, I know suck and fuck,
cut my money up, know I got my money, [Ebm] oh, [Db] oh, oh, oh, on my own lane, [Ebm] my own [Ab] lane,
I pay that gold, gang gang, on the same thing, it don't [Bb] make no sense if [Fm] we don't make no
I ain't all I got to say to a hater this year
Get your sack right, get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right there
Get your sack [Bb] right, go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, go get your [Bbm] sack right, yeah
[Fm] We talkin' thuggin' or we talkin' money
New mansion mama flow got me a couple hundred cash, nigga
My wife like 400 with no stones in it
My partner in the [Cm] fed in his cell, he got a [Fm] phone in it
Lil' [Eb] budget cracked the bed, but fuck, he [Fm] still livin'
[Cm] Another day to wake up, get another me
[F] I came to [C] ball, it's not a scrimmage, shoot the [F] clip into his
Rolls truck a matching [Cm] year, 6.5 in his jean
And if it's war, you know we [Ab] spinnin', do your [Fm] sentence, not no snitchin'
Hope that Drake [Cm] don't start glitchin', seven [Fm] figures out that kitchen
Chanel bag for my [Am] bitches, they're [Cm] already 20-20
I'm just ridin' with my [Fm] glizzy
Do my own thing in [Ebm] my own lane
[Ab] Game game, I'm the same thing
[Fm] It don't make no sense if it don't make no paper, yeah
Ain't all I gotta say to a [Ab] hater this year
[Db] _
[Ebm] Get your sack right [Db] there
Get your sack right, [Ab] go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, [Cm] go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack [Eb] right, yeah
[Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I was [F] pouring, drinking, sipping, alright I did it to the fast life
[C] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] Okay, last night, [Eb] lost you recovering from [Ab] last night, [Cm] last night I was fighting demons
with [Fm] my past life, that's right I was pouring drink and sipping air right, baby to the fast food.
Okay, yesterday, [Cm] really can't remember much [Bb] from yesterday, but [Fm] everyday I wake up I turn
it to a charity for heavy weight, I'm a heavyweight, use a featherweight, when we dig it [Cm] I'm straight,
yeah, [Fm]
what the fuck, [Eb] this bitch old as hell and [Fm] I'm young as fuck, she drunk as fuck,
[Ab] and my face talking about her [Fm] turn me, so she's so just look, I know suck and fuck,
cut my money up, know I got my money, [Ebm] oh, [Db] oh, oh, oh, on my own lane, [Ebm] my own [Ab] lane,
I pay that gold, gang gang, on the same thing, it don't [Bb] make no sense if [Fm] we don't make no
I ain't all I got to say to a hater this year
Get your sack right, get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right there
Get your sack [Bb] right, go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, go get your [Bbm] sack right, yeah
[Fm] We talkin' thuggin' or we talkin' money
New mansion mama flow got me a couple hundred cash, nigga
My wife like 400 with no stones in it
My partner in the [Cm] fed in his cell, he got a [Fm] phone in it
Lil' [Eb] budget cracked the bed, but fuck, he [Fm] still livin'
[Cm] Another day to wake up, get another me
[F] I came to [C] ball, it's not a scrimmage, shoot the [F] clip into his
Rolls truck a matching [Cm] year, 6.5 in his jean
And if it's war, you know we [Ab] spinnin', do your [Fm] sentence, not no snitchin'
Hope that Drake [Cm] don't start glitchin', seven [Fm] figures out that kitchen
Chanel bag for my [Am] bitches, they're [Cm] already 20-20
I'm just ridin' with my [Fm] glizzy
Do my own thing in [Ebm] my own lane
[Ab] Game game, I'm the same thing
[Fm] It don't make no sense if it don't make no paper, yeah
Ain't all I gotta say to a [Ab] hater this year
[Db] _
[Ebm] Get your sack right [Db] there
Get your sack right, [Ab] go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, [Cm] go get your sack right, [Fm] yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack [Eb] right, yeah
[Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I was [F] pouring, drinking, sipping, alright I did it to the fast life
[C] _ _