Chords for YBN Cordae - RNP (Lyrics) Feat. Anderson .Paak

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_ _ I got two bad bitches [G] gon' be rubbin' my feet I [Dm] got three young niggas down the bus at they
heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' [A] on me
Ooh, now one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two [D] bad bitches gon' be rubbin' [G] my feet I [F] got three young niggas down the bus at they
heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' [A] on me
Okay, put your fuckin' hands up, it's the fuckin' anthem
Smilin' cause I'm young, [D] rich, black, and I'm handsome
Not to mention wealthy, ass on a healthy Young millionaire, [F] what the fuck [E] he do?
You tell me, smell me, nigga, [A] that's Chanel cologne
I'm a yurt with a curse, wouldn't I sell [G] your phone?
Like, ooh, sound [F] like rich nigga problems I hit a bad bitch with a [E] fistful of [A] condoms
And [Am] the randomness of risky menages Like, if [D] the head right, she can get [G] what she want
If it's fixed, then flawn it, my drip like a [A] faucet
She know me, she would spread, girl, I ain't even take the motherfuckin' dick out my pocket yet
The opposite, she want [F] me to fly her so I cop the jet
Must be thinkin' I'm a one-way ticket [Cm] on a runway
Drippin' in my [Bm] feng shui, [A] sippin' on a Sunday
One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two [G] bad bitches gon' be [F] rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas down to bust [A] up their heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, now one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
[Am] I got two bad [D] bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
[F] I got three young niggas down to bust up their heat
And all y'all [Dm] ain't got [A] nothin' on me
I bought a Montclair coat for the times where it broke
I'ma wear it in the summer on [E] LeBron James' boat
Fuck broke, dog broke, we don't sit on no bleeds
Ancient pockets, old V's
They won't fit in those [A] seats
And we like a code team
Niggas shackin' Kobe
Like back in 03
I was [G] only like [F] 6
I was like 16
But I could give a 16
I could make a bitch scream
That's a [A] bit extreme
I got a dick ball, bitch, I call her Miss Clean
My drip frosty like [G] Howls in the [F] Stevina
All-stars, you hardly six-string
Yeah, I had to ball hard to [E] harvest these [A] dreams
Swear to [C] God, me too
[A] Soon, no Harvey Weinstein
The coupe was lime [G] green, my wrist was [F] blinding
We partying South Beach, Ferraris and blue cheese
Let [E] the hook [A] sing
One of y'all niggas gone be fucking with me
I got [G] two bad bitches gone be rubbing my feet
[F] I got [B] three young niggas down the bus at the heat
And all y'all ain't got [A] _ _
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_ _ [C] _ _ [G] me
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