Oprahs Bank Account

Capo: 3rd fret

[Intro]
G    Bm A x2
(EarlOnTheBeat)
           G     Bm A
Strumming: DDDDU DDu DDu
 
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
        G
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
Bm              A                 G
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Bm             A                 G
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
Bm           A
I just wanna take you out
G
Fuck you in your mama house
Bm          A
Overseas, I fly you out
G                            Bm                  A
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
G
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
Bm                 A              G
City girl straight from the South
 
[Verse 1: Drake]
N.C.                          G                      Bm
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
A                G                          Bm
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
A                            G
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
                         Bm
I hide in the cave like Osama did
    A                    G
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
N.C.                              G
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Bm                   A                      G
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Bm             A                        G
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
Bm                         A                 G
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
 
 
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Bm              A                 G
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Bm             A                 G
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
Bm           A
I just wanna take you out
G
Fuck you in your mama house
Bm          A
Overseas, I fly you out
G                            Bm                  A
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
G
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
Bm                 A
City girl straight from the South
 
 
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
G                              Bm           A
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
G                          Bm          A
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
G                             Bm     A
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
     G                     Bm A
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
G                                  Bm               A                  G
Lockin'  it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
               Bm             A
I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)
G                  Bm             A
  We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
G               Bm               A
  Every time we step out, niggas look at you
   G     Bm  A   G    Bm  A
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
 
 
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
        G
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
Bm              A                 G
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Bm             A                  G
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
Bm           A
I just wanna take you out
            G
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
Bm           A
I just wanna take you out
            G
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
Bm           A
I just wanna take you out
            G
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
        Bm          A
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
 
 
[Verse 3: DaBaby & Lil Yachty]
         G
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
       Bm                       A
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)
                G
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
                  Bm                       A
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
                  G
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
                           Bm                     A
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
                  G
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)
                       Bm                       A
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
                    G
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
                    Bm                  A
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
               G
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
                                   Bm                           A
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
                   G
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
Bm              A            G
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
N.C.
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
  G      Bm  A           G    Bm          A
(No, no, no, no, I ain't mad at 'em, baby)
 
 
[Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby]
        G
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
Bm              A                 G
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
Bm             A                  G
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
Bm           A
I just wanna take you out
G
Fuck you in your mama house
Bm          A
Overseas, I fly you out
G                            Bm                  A
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
G
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
Bm                 A
City girl straight from the South
 
 
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Bm           A
I just wanna take you out
            G
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
Bm           A
I just wanna take you out
            G
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
Bm           A
I just wanna take you out
            G
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
        Bm          A
I ain't mad at 'em, baby