We Gettin' It Baby chords by J.R. Writer
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Intro 1
(F major)
Verse 1
(F major) I play the VIP faith (G major) fully.
Basically ain't (F major) nobody out great as me.
I got (G major) cakery.
(F major) That's (G major) the cake I see.
(F major) Anytime I (G major) rape a beat,
you can never play a G.
Step back, head (F major) back, nigga,
scrape your feet.
I'm fresh back, fresh (G major) tat, lil' (F major) N .D.
Fuck the bartender
I'll be where the waitress be,
I'll show (G major) you more cold
cases than they in need
I don't (F major) stunt, I pop up in the front
with the body in the trunk like
I bodied me a punk
Hop (G major) ping out (F major) the back of the Roddy
on these chumps,
(G major) buying out the bar,
ain't nobody getting drunk
Huh, I'm (F major) the man, (G major) glitter in (F major) the band
and I'm headed to the top,
listen, (G major) slipping ain't the plan
I hit him with the jam now
to get him up to dance,
and make the girl drop it like
I hit it out of hand
Dam (F major) n,
(G major) I gotta make these niggas understand,
listen fam,
I'm a motherfucking villain out the can
Lyrically ad (G major) vanced,
I'm spittin' it crazy
These niggas forgazy,
(F major) how could you play me when
We gettin' it baby, nah baby
We (E flat major) gettin' it baby, (F major) nah baby
We gettin' it baby, nah baby
We gettin' it baby, nah baby
Now, get money, get, get money
We do the damn thing and
the damn thing's funny
Drop it down till you pull a hamstring,
honey
Yeah, get money, get (G major) money,
get money, get money
If you work a nine to five,
get money, get (F major) money
Got (G major) work up in the ride,
get money, get (F major) money
Either way and the damn
thing's funny
Let me see you pop it till you pull (G major) a hamstring,
(F major) honey
Ho, ho, I got dough, so I'm quick to go
And even though I got dough,
I'm tryna get some more
(G major) I'm the (F major) shit for show,
(G major) you ain't here, (F major) sick of flow
Walk around, pick a pro,
tell a girl to dip it low
(G major) You didn't know now, baby girl,
let me get a show
Turn that lil' thing around
and put it in the figure four
(F major) You gots to figure though,
(G major) I'm gettin' thicker
Yo, (F major) take me on a shopping spree,
I'll be your lil' gigolo
Ho, we be flossin' when we
sway through
And that beige coupe
Porsche with the suede roof
You know how Jay do,
(G major) saucy of the regu
A ragu, my bad boo,
I'm goin' on off the great goose
Shoot, I swear to God,
I'm straight truth
Watch they all (F major) headed out the park
like they Beirut
(G major) Oops, pardon (F major) ma,
I'm a (G major) straight douche
Couple steps (F major) out of this world
(G major) like a (F major) space boot
On top, I make loop, I swear to (G major) Jesus
I ain't gon' (F major) stop till
the locks on the gang do
The kid from the 80s, spittin' the rabies
Hard body, but I'm still (G major) trippin' the ladies
We gettin' it, (F major) baby
We gettin' it, baby
We gettin' it, baby
We gettin' it, baby
Now, get money, get, get money
We (F major) do the damn thing,
and the damn thing's funny
Drop it down till you pull a hamstring,
honey
Yeah, get money, get (F major) money,
get money, get money
If you (G major) work a nine (F major) to five,
get money, get money
Got (G major) work up in (F major) the ride,
get (G major) money, get (F major) money
Either way,
and the damn thing's funny
Let me see you pop it till you pull a hamstring,
honey, ho
You
We Gettin' It Baby
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