Lil Yachty – Oprahs Bank Account chords

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[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

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

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