Am
Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah

Startenders, run it up, ah
F
Let's get into it
Dm
Watch it, bitch

Yeah, ah, haha


[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
      Am
Mmh, ain’t fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah)
       F                  Dm
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah)
     Am
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
          F                   Dm
Ooh, I’m feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, uh, ooh, yeah


[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
     Am                    F
Ooh, I see it in you (You)
                      Dm
You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh (Too)
  Am                           F
Pull up in a foreign like skrrt skrrt (Coupe)
                   Dm
All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt (Yeah)
       Am
Eliantte chains, now it's time to run it up
  F                           Dm
And the gang got a tool, so you know they one of us, yeah
 Am                            F
Shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
  Dm
Startenders, run it up


[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Offset]

Mmh, ain't fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah)
        F                   Dm
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah)
        Am
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
       F                       Dm
Ooh, I’m feelin’ like I'm Biggaveli
       Am
Mmh, ain’t fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah)
      F                    Dm
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah)
         Am
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
          F                   Dm
Ooh, I'm feelin’ like I'm Biggaveli (Offset)


[Verse 2: Offset]

Hundred in my fanny, yeah (Hundred)

Runnin' up the engine for my family, huh (Fam')
        Am
Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (Hoo)
       F                      Dm
Baguettes on my wrist and they can't stand me, huh (Baguettes)
     Am
Cocoa on my Maybach like it's Freaknik (Smash, smash)
     F                        Dm
Shoot the hundred round and get your street sweeped (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
     Am
Patek on my wrist, this shit ain't cheap, cheap (Woo)
        F                     Dm
Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat?
        Am
If we got status in the back then meet the Grim Reap' (Static, baddy)
       F                      Dm
Green light the Lambo', with your bitch creepin' (Skrrt)
     Am
He got the poppin' bodies so I let the TEC eat him (Brrt, who?)
     F                        Dm
I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M's and feed 'em (Hey)


[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
      Am
Mmh, ain't fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah)
       F                    Dm
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah)
      Am
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
       F                     Dm
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli

Mmh, ain't fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah)

Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah)

Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
       F                      Dm
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, uh, ooh, yeah


[Verse 3: Tyga]
    Am
Bitch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
      F                       Dm
And my crib all-white like Belly (Belly)
    Am
And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy)
      F                       Dm
Poppin' shots, thug life, Makaveli (Yeah, bah bah)
      Am
Send the cash to my celly, have my nigga go get it
       F                      Dm
Then we split it like a splinter, if I'm in it, it ain't rented (Skrrt)
       Am
Got the rims so biggie that my tires look skinny
        F                     Dm
Good pussy and you pretty, but you better off the Henny, yeah
        Am
I ain't Ray J, told a bitch, "Wait a minute," damn (Hold up)
     F
Diamonds on my dick, told the bitch, "Come and get it" (Hold up)
      Am
Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishin' (Yeah)
      F                       Dm
She gotta make it count, hit me up when you finished


[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
     Am
Mmh, ain't fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah)
      F                      Dm
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah)
      Am
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
        F                     Dm
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
       Am
Mmh, ain't fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah)
     F                       Dm
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah)
       Am
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
        F                     Dm
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, uh, ooh, yeah


[Outro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
     Am
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
        F                     Dm
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
         Am
Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, goin', yeah
     F                        Dm
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah
      Am
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
      F                       Dm
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
         Am
Head and shoulders and knees, yeah, goin', yeah
        C                      G
Head and shoulders, yeah, G's get it rollin'
           Am
Mmh, ain't fucking with no off-brand bitch (Bang)