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  • CHORDS: Roddy Ricch – The Box Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression and Tab

    This is the chords of The Box by Roddy Ricch on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.

    [Intro]
    Em
    Em Em9 Am D

    [Chorus]
    Em
    Pullin\’ out the coupe at the lot
    Em9
    Told \’em fck 12, fck SWAT. Bustin\’ all the bales out the box
    Am
    I just hit a lick with the box
    D
    Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
    Em                                              Em9
    Pour up the whole damn seal, I\’ma get lazy
    Am                                                                 D
    I got the mojo deals, we been trappin\’ like the \’80s
    Em                                             Em9
    She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
    Am                                                                   D
    Told \’em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
    Em                                             Em9
    I won\’t never sell my soul, and I can back that
    Am                                                                   D
    And I really wanna know where you at, at

    [Verse 1]
    Em
    I was out back where the stash at
    Em
    Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (Skrrt)
    Em                                             Em9
    Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at (Yeah)
    Em9
    Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
    Em
    Nigga try to get me for my water
    Em9
    I\’ll lay his ass down, on my son, on my daughter
    Em
    I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
    Em
    Lotta niggas out here playin\’ ain\’t ballin\’
    Em
    I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter (Yeah)
    Em                                             Em9
    And I know probably get a key for the quarter
    Am
    Shawty barely seen in double C\’s, I bought \’em
    D
    Got a bitch that\’s looking like Aaliyah, she a model
    Em                                                                   Em9
    I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
    Am
    Compton, I\’m about to get the key to the city
    D
    Patek like the sea, forget it

    [Chorus]
    Em
    Pullin\’ out the coupe at the lot
    Em9
    Told \’em fuck 12, fck SWAT
    Bustin\’ all the bales out the box
    Am
    I just hit a lick with the box
    D
    Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
    Em                                             Em9
    Pour up the whole damn seal, I\’ma get lazy
    Am D
    I got the mojo deals, we been trappin\’ like the \’80s
    Em                                                                   Em9
    She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
    Am                                             D
    Told \’em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
    Em                                                                   Em9
    I won\’t never sell my soul, and I can back that
    Am                                                                   D
    And I really wanna know where you at, at, hah

    [Verse 2]
    Em
    Hahaha, I been movin\’ \’em out
    Em
    It\’s still up with me then, he got the blues in the pouch (Yeah)
    Em
    Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth
    Bitch don\’t wear no shoes in my house
    Em
    The private I\’m flyin\’ in, I never wan\’ fly again
    Em9
    I\’ll take my chances in traffic (Yeah)
    Em
    She suckin\’ on dick, no hands with it
    Em
    I just made the Rollie plain like a landing strip
    Em
    I\’m a 2020 president candidate
    Em                                             Em9
    I done put a hundred bands on Zimmerman, shit
    Am
    I been movin\’ real gangster, so that\’s why she picked a Crip
    D
    Shawty call me Crisco \’cause I pop my shit
    Em                                                                   Em9
    Got it out the mud, there\’s nothin\’ you can tell me, yeah
    Am D
    When I had the drugs, I was street wealthy, yeah

    [Chorus]
    Em
    Pullin\’ out the coupe at the lot
    Em
    Told \’em fck 12, fck SWAT
    Bustin\’ all the bales out the box
    Am
    I just hit a lick with the box
    D
    Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
    Em Em9
    Pour up the whole damn seal, I\’ma get lazy
    Am D
    I got the mojo deals, we been trappin\’ like the \’80s
    Em Em9
    She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
    Am D
    Told \’em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
    Em Em9
    I won\’t never sell my soul, and I can back that
    Am D
    And I really wanna know where you at, at

    [Outro]
    Em Em9 Am D
    Em

  • CHORDS: Post Malone ft Roddy Ricch – Cooped Up Chords on Piano & Ukulele

    These are Cooped Up chords by Post Malone ft Roddy Ricch on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar, and Keyboard.

    [Intro]
 F  G  Dm  Em 
Mm.

[Chorus]
                   F          
I\'m about to pull up hit 
            G    
switch pull curtain
                       Dm 
And I been waitin\' so long,
                 Em
 now I gotta resurface 
(Surface, surface, surface)
                      F  
Yeah, we boutta toast up, 
                         G
all that bread that we burnin\' 
(Burnin\', burnin\', burnin\')
                             Dm
\'Cause I been feelin\' cooped up (Yeah)
              Em
I been   cooped up 
(Cooped up, mm-mm-mm)

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    [Verse 1]
F                           
 Yeah, I\'m off the Bud Light, 
not the bourbon (Mm)
G
 I\'ma chop the roof 
off the Suburban (Skrrt)

Dm
 Tryna be your next guy,
 John Terzian (Wow)
Em
  \'Til I started throwin\' 
up in your Birkin (Ooh)
F
  Then I woke up in the mornin\'
 (I woke up in the)
         G            
Police showed up at my door
with a warrant that
     Dm 
I remember flushin\' somethin\' 
down the toilet (Flush, flush)
          Em
Guess he gotta let me 
off with a warnin\'
               F
Return of the Mack (Ah)
                  G  
Didn\'t like an Outkast
 I\'m the only guy in slacks
                        Dm
That\'ll cost you three stacks 
(That\'ll cost you three stacks)
                     Em
Now you savin\' that check, 
why you takin\' my swag?
                       F 
Can you give me that back?
                     G 
Gucci my Prada, Miyagi (Ooh)
                     Dm
Louis, Patek, and Tommy (Ayy)
                            Em  
All of these things on my body,
 let\'s party (Ah, ah, ah)

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    [Chorus]
                   F      
I\'m about to pull up hit 
             G     
switch pull curtain
                       Dm  
And I been waitin\' so long,
                Em
 now I gotta resurface 
(Surface, surface, surface)
                      F  
Yeah, we boutta toast up, 
                         G
all that bread that we burnin\'
 (Burnin\', burnin\', burnin\')
                             Dm
\'Cause I been feelin\' cooped up (Yeah)
              Em
I been  cooped up 
(Cooped up, mm-mm-mm)

[Verse 2]
 F                    G   
   , gotta pull up, pull up, 
                       Dm  
I\'ma pull up, I pull up now, ayy
Got black minks all on 
      Em
the road, woah, woah
                     F
Got hella carvin\' \'dro, woah, woah
                             G
In every hood, they show us love, 
woah, woah
             Dm 
Partner in crime with me while
 we whippin\' in the spaceship
                Em
Got it out the pavement, 
now we gettin\' payment
             F 
Everybody \'round me gettin\'
 money, it\'s too contagious
          G  
Kept it solid, now we real 
rich to they amazement
                       Dm
I pulled up the Black badge 
\'cause it was cleaner
                      Em
I \'member I was just posted
 up with the demons
                          F  
And Posty took me on my first 
tour date
                         G   
He had me rockin\' every night, 
sold out arenas
                                Dm
I\'m project, I never thought I would see 
                           Em
I tried to tell you, you prolly
 wouldn\'t believe us

[Chorus]
                   F      
I\'m about to pull up hit 
             G     
switch pull curtain
                       Dm  
And I been waitin\' so long,
                Em
 now I gotta resurface 
(Surface, surface, surface)
                      F  
Yeah, we boutta toast up, 
                         G
all that bread that we burnin\'
 (Burnin\', burnin\', burnin\')
                             Dm
\'Cause I been feelin\' cooped up (Yeah)
              Em
I been  cooped up 
(Cooped up, mm-mm-mm)

[Bridge]
         F        
To the day I come, to the day I come
        G    
I can suck it in, well tell me, 
cigarette in my lungs
       Dm
It\'s eleven in the mornin\' 
and we still ain\'t done
          Em  
And I\'m still that  , so what?

  • CHORDS: DaBaby feat. Roddy Ricch – Rockstar Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression and Tab

    This is the chords of Rockstar by DaBaby feat. Roddy Ricch on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.

    [Intro: DaBaby]
    G#m B F# E
    Woo, woo
    G#m      B
    Woo, woo
    F#              E
    I pull up like
    G#m                      B                                 F#                      E
    How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
    G#m                      B                                F#                      E
    How you pull up? I pull up (Woo, Seth in the kitchen)

    [Chorus: DaBaby]
    G#m
    Let\’s go
    B                                          F#
    Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
    E                                                               G#m
    With the pistol on my hip like I\’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    B                                                    F#
    Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
    E                                                              G#m
    This ain\’t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
    B                                                     F#
    My Glock told me to promise you gon\’ squeeze me (Woo)
    E                                                              G#m
    You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
    B                                                                        F#
    Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin\’ (Woo)
    E                                          G#m
    And if I ain\’t enough, go get the chop

    [Verse 1: DaBaby]
    B                                                                                  F#
    It\’s safe to say I earned it, ain\’t a nigga gave me nothin\’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    E                                                    G#m
    I\’m ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin\’
    B                                                                                            F#
    Know you heard me say, \”You play, you lay,\” don\’t make me push the button
    E                                                              G#m
    Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fckin\’ bucket
    B
    Goin\’ for buckets, I bought a chopper
    F#
    I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain\’t goin\’ for nothin\’
    E                                                                                  G#m
    I\’m ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see \’em runnin\’
    B                                                                                                      F#
    Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
    E                                                                                                      G#m
    I\’m really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money
    (Okay, let\’s go)

    B                                                                                                   F#
    She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
    E                                                                                                 G#m
    She know what I do, she know \’fore I run from a nigga, I\’ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
    B                                                                                                 F#
    PTSD, I\’m always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
    E G#m
    My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two
    B
    And I\’ll kill another nigga too
    F#                                                                 E
    \’Fore I let another nigga do somethin\’ to you
    G#m                                                                 B
    Long as you know that, don\’t let nobody tell you different
    F#                                         E
    Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)

    [Chorus: DaBaby & Roddy Ricch]
    G#m
    Let\’s go
    B                                                                 F#
    Brand new Lamborghini, fck a cop car
    E                                                                 G#m
    With the pistol on my hip like I\’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    B                                                                 F#
    Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
    E                                         G#m
    This ain\’t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
    B                                                                                     F#
    My Glock told me to promise you gon\’ squeeze me (Woo)
    E                                                                   G#m
    You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
    B                                                                               F#
    Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin\’ (Woo)
    E G#m
    And if I ain\’t enough, go get the chop

    [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
    B F#
    Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
    E G#m
    \’Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin\’
    B F#
    I got the mop, watch me wash \’em like detergent
    E G#m
    And I\’m ballin\’, that\’s why it\’s diamonds on my jersey
    B F#
    Slide on opps\’ side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
    E G#m
    My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
    B
    We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman

    F# E
    Fool me one time, you can\’t cross me again
    G#m B
    Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind
    F# E
    If he talkin\’ on the yard, the pen\’ dogs\’ll take his chin
    G#m B
    Maybach SUV for my refugees
    F# E
    Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
    G#m B
    I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
    F# E
    Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
    G#m B
    But they ain\’t even want no smoke
    F# E
    If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote

    [Chorus: DaBaby]
    G#m
    Let\’s go
    B F#
    Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
    E G#m
    With the pistol on my hip like I\’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    B F#
    Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
    E G#m
    This ain\’t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
    B F#
    My Glock told me to promise you gon\’ squeeze me (Woo)
    E G#m
    You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
    B F#
    Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin\’ (Woo)
    E G#m
    And if I ain\’t enough, go get the chop

  • CHORDS: Mustard feat. Roddy Ricch vs. RVSHVD – Ballin Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression and Tab

    CHORDS: Mustard feat. Roddy Ricch vs. RVSHVD – Ballin Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression and Tab

    This is the chords of Ballin by Mustard feat. Roddy Ricch vs. RVSHVD on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.

    [Intro]
    G C Em D

    [Chorus]
    G
    I put the new Forgi\’s on the G
    C
    I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
    Em
    \’Cause all my hommies got it out the streets
    D
    I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans
    G
    I remember hittin\’ the mall with the whole team
    C
    Now a hommie can\’t answer calls \’cause I\’m ballin\’
    Em
    I was wakin\’ up gettin\’ racks in the mornin\’
    D
    I was broke now I\’m rich, I got \’em salty

    [Verse 1]
    G
    All this designer on my body got me drip, drip
    C
    Straight up out the country, for one fith
    Em
    If I got a bud light, I\’ma sip, sip
    D
    I run the racks up with my queen, like London and Nip
    G
    But I got rich on all these hommies, I didn\’t forget that,
    C
    I had to go through the struggle, I didn\’t forget that
    Em
    I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
    D
    These girls know me now, \’cause I got them big racks
    G
    \’Cause I\’m gettin\’ money now, I know you heard that
    C
    Young hommie on the corner, bitch I had to serve back
    Em
    Uncle fronted me some P\’s had to get them birds back
    D
    We came up on dirty money, I gave it a bird bath
    C
    Cut off the brain and I give my girl a new coupe
    And I\’m that hommie now, who knew?

    [Chorus]
    C
    I put the new Forgi\’s on the G
    Em D
    I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
    C
    \’Cause all my hommies got it out the streets
    Em D
    I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans
    C
    I remember hittin\’ the mall with the whole team
    Em D
    Now a hommie can\’t answer calls \’cause I\’m ballin\’
    C
    I was wakin\’ up gettin\’ racks in the mornin\’
    Em D
    I was broke now I\’m rich, I got \’em salty

    [Outro]
    G C Em D

  • CHORDS: Roddy Ricch – High Fashion Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression and Tab

    This is the chords of  by Roddy Ricch feat. Mustard on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.

    [Intro]
    Mustard on the beat, ho

    [Chorus]
    G
    Shawty made that ass clap, she don\’t need no applause
    F#m
    High fashion like Goyard
    Bm
    G-Wagen or the Rover?
    Am
    I put some ice on you \’cause you got a cold heart
    G
    I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go
    F#m
    Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah
    Bm
    Ahh, woah
    Am
    You ain\’t gotta deal with none of these niggas no more

    [Post-Chorus]
    F#m
    If we hop in the Benz is that okay?
    Bm
    Is it okay if I call you my Prada bae?
    Am
    I ain\’t no player, I just got a lot of baes
    G
    But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae
    F#m
    I wanna start at the top and the bottom, bae
    Bm
    Know you want the shoe with the red at the bottom, bae
    Am
    You know I like when you ride at the top, bae

    [Verse 1]
    G
    She want Chane\’-ne\’ and Dio\’-o\’
    F#m
    I\’m only doin\’ cash out, I don\’t need promo
    Bm
    I pull up to the high rise, I\’m in the four-four
    Am
    Inside cocoa
    G
    If I got a feeling, I keep it inside my heart
    F#m
    And I keep a Patek, too, \’cause I don\’t do facades
    Bm
    You see my diamonds even when I\’m in the dark
    Am G
    And since you got it, it make you go and do anything you want to

    [Chorus]
    G
    Shawty made that ass clap, she don\’t need no applause (No applause)
    F#m
    High fashion like Goyard (Like Goyard)
    Bm
    G-Wagen or the Rover? (Skrrt)
    Am
    I put some ice on you \’cause you got a cold heart (Ooh-ooh)
    G
    I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go (Shawty on go, go, yeah)
    F#m
    Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah
    Bm
    Ahh, woah
    You ain\’t gotta deal with none of these niggas no more

    [Post-Chorus]
    F#m
    If we hop in the Benz is that okay?
    Bm
    Is it okay if I call you my Prada bae?
    Am
    I ain\’t no player, I just got a lot of baes
    G
    But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae
    F#m
    I wanna start at the top and the bottom, bae
    Bm
    Know you want the shoe with the red at the bottom, bae
    Am
    You know I like when you ride at the top, bae

    [Verse 2]
    G
    If I hit it from the back, she gon\’ hit the sidewalk
    F#m
    If she got a best friend with her, take her back to my loft
    Bm
    Got her five in the mornin\’, wildin\’, wildin\’
    Am
    And her name ain\’t Megan but she a stallion, stallion
    G
    Never keep my hoes divided, \’member I was pullin\’ up in the valley
    F#m
    And you know I take her soul when she ridin\’
    Bm
    Sweater and her sneakers all Kenzo
    Am G (*At \”-bo\” you can play G)
    Shawty know to drop it low like a limbo every time we kick it like Timbo, woah, woah, woah

    [Bridge]
    G
    Shawty made that ass clap, she don\’t need no applause (No applause)
    F#m
    High fashion like Goyard (Like Goyard)
    Bm
    G-Wagen or the Rover? (Skrrt)
    Am
    I put some ice on you \’cause you got a cold heart (Ooh-ooh)
    G
    I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go (Shawty on go, go, yeah)
    F#m
    Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah

    [Chorus]
    G
    Shawty made that ass clap, she don\’t need no applause (No applause)
    F#m
    High fashion like Goyard (Like Goyard)
    Bm
    G-Wagen or the Rover? (Skrrt)
    Am
    I put some ice on you \’cause you got a cold heart (Ooh-ooh)
    G
    I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go (Shawty on go, go, yeah)
    F#m
    Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah
    Bm
    Ahh, woah
    You ain\’t gotta deal with none of these niggas no more

    [Post-Chorus]
    F#m
    If we hop in the Benz is that okay?
    Bm
    Is it okay if I call you my Prada bae?
    Am
    I ain\’t no player, I just got a lot of baes
    G
    But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae
    F#m
    I wanna start at the top and the bottom, bae
    Bm
    Know you want the shoe with the red at the bottom, bae
    Am
    You know I like when you ride at the top, bae