Tonalidad: F# minor
Verse 1
C
F
Yeah (808 Mafia)
Am
Pourin' bubbly, pourin' bubbly
G
F
Pour that bubbly, pour that bubbly
Am
F
Am
Pour that bubbly
G
We done went through too much,
(808 Mafia)
Verse 2
F
Pour that bubbly, drink that muddy,
Am
drink that muddy
G
When we're cuddling,
F
yeah I'm covered in it
Am
I was dug in it, I was just loving it
G
That's for them other niggas,
F
that's for the other bitches
That ain't for you dawg,
Am
that's for them other niggas
G
That ain't for you shorty,
F
that's for that other bitch
Am
F
I'm going crazy 'bout it,
Am
I'm going codeine crazy
F
G
That's how I'm living it,
F
I'm feeling lovely
Dm
F
I'm drinking bubbly,
Am
G
F
I'm drinking
bubbly
Verse 3
C
Take all my problems and
Am
drink out the bottle
G
And fuck on a model, yeah
F
Audemar, this not a carnival
This is a Royal Oak Cartier
Am
Dom Perignon, I get down from the brown
I get chauffeured around
G
I pour up with my rounds,
I pour up out of town
F
I'm corrupting your town with them
G
guns and them pounds
C
F
I grew up on them grounds with the
Am
dealers and hounds
We order more bottles
G
And fuck on more models and pass
Dm
F
Am
'em around
F
I say everything triple time
Am
Rollie, AP, Hublot, triple time
G
I just know the ones you call upon
F
Am
I just had to pay my dawg a bond
F
Looking at me like a triple threat
Am
G
Every time a nigga talk a check
Smoke the kush up like a cigarette
Am
F
you hear my intellect (808 Mafia)
Verse 4
F
Celebrate like the championship
G
Celebrate like the championship
F
Celebrate like the championship
Celebrate like the championship
Am
I told you, I told you,
G
F
I told you, I told you
Hahah, celibate
Verse 5
F
Don't tell me you celibate to the mula
Am
I just went Rick the Ruler
G
with the jeweler
F
I just went to St. Tropezin' like a goonie
Abu Dhabi, niggas straight out the sewer
Like a loaded chopper,
I'm 'bout to shoot it
Am
I'm so fucking sick and
G
tired of these rumors
Dm
I just dived inside a cutie, we spoonin'
F
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson, put it all in the air
Am
G
Too many days gone by
Sittin' by the phone, waitin' 'til I reply
F
Drying my eyes, believe it or not
I could never see a tear fallin'
Am
G
Water drippin' on me like a faucet
F
Dm
I just took a bitch to eat at Chipotle
F
Spent another sixty thousand
on a Rollie
All my diamonds got you brainwashed
Am
She sucked my dick and
G
got my brain washed
F
And for the shit that got your man popped
See what they did to Biggie and Pac
Pour a lil', lil' liquor out,
Am
G
F
pour a lil' malt liquor out
Pour it out, pour it out, pour it out
Verse 6
F
Am
F
G
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
F
Am
F
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Am
G
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
F
All this motherfucking money got
Am
me codeine crazy
Verse 7
F
Drownin' in Actavis, suicide
Am
When I hit the scene, it's homicide
G
Diamond pinky ring a lollipop
F
Am
Fuck the hate, I pull up in a drop
F
Diamonds colder than a glacier
Am
Ballin' harder than the Pacers
G
I been tryin' to have some patience
F
Told my momma she should pray on it
Told the streets they gotta
wait on it
Am
She gonna put a nigga name on it
G
I just dropped a whole thang on it
F
I'm making USD's overseas
That's U.S. dollars that
you can't achieve
Am
Fucked my white girl, she said,
F
Fuck that white girl, she said,
"Nigga please"
Playin' poker now we're back at Strokers
Am
I forgot her name but her pussy soakin'
G
When I seen her on the pole
F
Re minded myself when I used
to come over
Reminded myself when I used
to get loaded
Remindin' myself that I'm
Am
still gettin' loaded
G
The coupe fully loaded,
this whip fully loaded
F
Dm
F
This whip fully loaded, the clip fully loaded
I try to control it
Am
Let's wrap up some bottles,
let's pop off some bottles
G
These niggas too bogus
F
Let's pour up a pint,
I'ma fuck around, faint
Like I'm Kid Cudi probably
Am
I fuck around and faint,
I'ma fall on a drink
G
Rockin' Tom Ford, poppin' molly
F
Dm
Married to this mother
Verse 8
Am
F
G
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
F
Am
F
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Am
G
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
F
All this motherfucking money
Am
got me codeine crazy
Verse 9
F
You thought I forgot about us?
Am
I know that you know I don't
fold under pressure
G
I'm back on the road,
I get low on the pedal
F
We live by the codes of the ghetto
I'm closing this out with my memo
Am
I'm treating this shit like a demo
G
I'm putting my heart and my soul
F
in this shit and some mo'
I'm in that Dolce Gabbana
I might get after Madonna,
Am
I get the crack in the summer
G
Strapped in the 'llac and the Hummer
Dm
Fronted a pack to my partna
F
All this lingo got her panties to dropping
Fuck the fame,
I'm sipping lean when I'm driving
All this cash and it ain't
Am
nowhere to hide it
G
I'm an addict and I can't even hide it
F
Don't you panic, panoramic companion
They was tryna serve me at
the arraignment
Am
Never comment on it, never
complaining
G
I'm taking everything that come
F
with these millions
I'm taking everything that come
Am
with my children
G
F
Dm
F
Yeah, yeah
Verse 10
F
Pour that bubbly, drink that muddy,
Am
drink that muddy
G
F
When we're cuddling, yeah, I'm covered in
Am
I was dug in it, I was just loving it
G
That's for them other niggas,
F
that's for the other bitches
That ain't for you dawg,
Dm
that's for them other niggas
Am
F
G
That ain't for you shorty,
C
F
Dm
that's for that other bitch
Am
F
I'm going crazy 'bout it,
Am
I'm going codeine crazy
G
That's how I'm living it,
Dm
I'm feeling lovely
F
Am
I'm drinking bubbly
Verse 11
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
All this motherfucking money
got me codeine crazy
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