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Oprahs Bank Account Chords

[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       
Is it trickin' if she really love me? 
           A
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        
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, 
              Bm
I condone the drama, ayy
A                G           
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, 
               Bm
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     
Money and me are the same, 
                 G
but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Bm             A        
Run me a body, I'll put 
                G
a Range on the road for you
Bm                         A     
I don't know what you were told, 
            G
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       
Is it trickin' if she really love me? 
           A
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  
Is they mad that you fuck with me? 
         A
(Is they mad, mad, mad?)
G                          Bm    
Is they mad that you ride around 
      A
in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
G                             Bm    
Is they mad that you not with them? 
 A
(Is they mad?)
     G                     Bm A
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
G                                                
Lockin'  it down, lockin' it down, 
Bm 
lockin' it down, 
A                  G
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        
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, 
               A
she need her a tank (Uh)
                  G
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
                           Bm     
My bitch like a big bag of money, 
                A
this new money (Chill)
                  G
You gon' make the bitch think 

that you love her (Fuck you)
                       Bm         
Hold her hand right in front you, 
              A
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    
And I hope that these niggas don't play, 
                       A
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       
Is it trickin' if she really love me? 
           A
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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