Come thru chords by Ali theodore

SimplifiedAm · Dm · G · F

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
G 
Dm 
Am 
V .I  .P. by K in the club,
V .I .P.
Couple bunnies round me
Your boy be addictive, OD slowly
Her body grindin' on me,
I know she like that
Dm 
Tryin' her hardest,
she really want me to wipe that
Am 
Like school flyboys, catch us in the skies
Dm 
Baby, wanna see some stars,
Am 
just open up your eyes
Dm 
Homicide, flow murderin',
Am 
fly through turbulence
G 
Floatin' on the cloud,
Dm 
now your girl so curious
Am 
We  livin' up that dough,
can't get enough
No dough, no winno, no breaks, no flannels
If you ain't talkin' money,
Dm 
money no comprendo
Am 
Stop, wait a minute, un  momento
Cause yeah, we be livin' it up,
had the VIP,
your girl sippin' with us
In the club, poppin' bub,
Dm 
now she givin' it up, woah, woah, woah
Am 
Yeah, we be livin' it up, had the VIP,
now your girl sippin' with us
In the club, poppin' bub,
G 
F 
now she givin' it up, woah, woah,
Dm 
Am 
This is the corny anthem,
when I spit it, chant them
Dm 
Now I got your hands up,
Am 
I'm needin' some ransom
Keep it raw and handsome,
deep dark and fancy
Dm 
See I'm tippin' like an alligator
with some hood dancin'
Am 
Baby face Nelson,
smoke bluer than seltzer
Dm 
Wanna raise, before you misbe
Am 
have with some girlfriend
Look at baby girl bend,
body like an acrobat
G 
Didn't check the size,
Dm 
F 
but she really had a lot of that
Dm 
Am 
Choo choo, I'm on the train,
main smokin' on the tracks
They keep throwin' us the stacks,
how I'm puttin' it in sacks
On a mission to get money
by the mountains
Dm 
Where the rosé and mace of Spain
Am 
is flowin' out of fountains
Cause yeah, we be livin' it up,
at the VIP
Now your girl sippin' with us
In the club poppin' bub
Dm 
Now she givin' it up
Woah, woah, woah
Am 
Yeah, you be livin' it up
At the VIP
Now your girl sippin' with us
In the club poppin'
Now she givin' it up
G 
F 
Woah,
Am 
Go get her, flow better,
get more cheddar
Most of y 'all is overrated like Ty Detmer
Dm 
Me never, we clever, street smart
Am 
Dm 
Eight letter, gray leather, trademark
Am 
Your baby mama at the table
with the ballplayers
Right in front of all your peoples,
Dm 
bet they all say it
Am 
Dm 
We in the club, no se  curity
G 
F 
She tried to have me in her tweets
to make sure it's me
Am 
Games don't play that, no Pat Sajak
They on the couch leanin'
like the oldest Maybach
By the time she get home,
Dm 
she can watch the throne
Am 
Dm 
Take off everything that you got on
Am 
Come on, Ma, we gone
Cause yeah, we be livin' it up
At the VIP, now your girl sippin' with us
In the club, poppin' bub,
now she givin' it up
Dm 
Am 
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
We be livin' it up
Love the VIP
Now that girl sittin' with us
In the club, poppin' up
Now she givin' it up
G 
Dm 
Am 
Whoa, whoa, whoa