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