Lil Yachty feat DaBaby - Oprahs Bank Account

Capo: 3rd fret

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