Chords for Yeat - Flawlëss (Lyrics) ft. Lil Uzi Vert

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_ [C] I hear thuggin' my boy walkin'
How many money chains in here G?
Shit, 65, you heard me?
What you want in these shoes?
I mean I walk to the money
_ I'm sayin' money on my watch
I mean time is money
Money on my phone
That mean I talk to the money
Money on [Cm] my chain
That mean the money hang with me
Money on my hat
That mean money on my mind
Money on my Kool-Aid
That mean my money sweet
Oh yeah G, what is on your all shade boy?
Shades, that mean I see the money
I hear thuggin' you feel me, just chillin'
[Bb] _ _ 65 money [Cm] chains on my neck Oh yeah
[C] I hear thuggin' you know what [Cm] I'm sayin' chillin'
Tryna be like a PC, really
_ Kenny X _
You [Gm] don't exist
[Ab] Take a perc in the top of that seat
[C] Money flowin' [Gm] like skis
[Ab] Date up on fact in the kit
[C] Got a Bentley Mosaic on my head
[Ab] Let it be mad and put up the road watch it spin
[C] I know we got a million dollars
[Ab] The devil that's sittin' out here with that king
[Cm] Flawless, [Ab] flawless, flawless, flawless [Cm] yeah
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_ _ Flawless, flawless, flawless yeah
[Cm] _ Buffy [Ab] the fit by his hood with these cardi yeah
[Cm] _ _ [Ab] Flawless, flawless, flawless [Gm] yeah
Even [Cm] though she is in love, I ain't still hard as yet
Mix up the party fat, fly like Molly
I was that fresh, young nigga rockin' money
Young nigga yeah, I'm raw like Molly
Young so raw, I don't even count on my side
When I play golf, all these hoes pour a par
[D] Automobiles, white cars, me and [C] new car
Marry my bitch and [Ab] I treat her like mud
Took off my sneakers and I still get [Fm] the [Cm] bars
Yeah
Shout out my 2D, they pray for the set right here
This shit got me dizzy
With luck, if you limit me, crush that assembly
Niggas they rushin' like mice and like me and Mickey
Rock with me, see I go on Dickey
I got you stupid, that glock and it came with the switch
And I think they have written in the sticky
I was the one that would handle it, man
I was the one that would _ _ push you to land
Ran up the numbers like it was a screen
Ran up the bands, so you broke ass niggas
Ran up the business, man
I got them racks, all in my own pants
You niggas fake your hands
You don't [Ab] exist
It's like a perc in the talk of the city
[C] Money swallowing like streets
[Ab] They done perfected the kid
Got [C] a Bentley Moussé for my haters
[Ab] I'm too mad to put up the road I just spent
I'm [C] the one that got the real hung down
And [Ab] the devil that sitting out ship with the king [C] Ballis, Ballis Ballis, Ballis
[C] Ballis, [Ab] Ballis
Ballis, Ballis Ballis, [C] _ _ _ [Ab] _ Ballis Ballis, [C] Ballis [D] Ballis, [Ab] Ballis
Ballis, _ [C] _ Ballis
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