F#m
This one is for the boys with the booming system
Top down, AC with the cooler system
Eb
When he come up in the club, he be blazin’ up
Got stacks on deck like he savin’ up
A
And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill
E
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
F#m
He is such a trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip
Eb
That’s the kind of dude I was lookin’ for
And yes you’ll get slapped if you’re lookin’ hoe
Eb
I said, excuse me you’re a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my you’re like pelican fly
E
So shy and I’m loving your tie
I really wanna make you mine.
F#m E
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who I is…
Boy you got my heartbeat runnin’ away
E
Beating like a drum and it’s coming your way
F#m
Can’t you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom,
badoom, boom, bass
Eb
Can’t you hear that super bass boom, badoom, boom,
boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass
Eb E F#m Eb
Verse 2:
A
This one is for the boys in the polos
Entrepeneur niggas in the moguls
E
He could ball with the crew, he could solo
But I think I like him better when he dolo
F#m
And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on
He ain’t even gotta try to put the mac on
Eb
He just gotta give me that look, when he give me
that look I’m gone..
Eb
Excuse me, you’re a hell of a guy you know
I really got a thing for American guys
E
I mean, sigh, sickenin’ eyes I can tell
that you’re in touch with your feminine side
F#m E
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who I is…
Outro: Eb E F#m Eb }2x
