Woah-oh-ohhh-ohhhh it’s Mr. Steal Your Girl
Ab
Woah-oh-ohhh-ohhhh it’s Mr. Steal Your Girl
F Gm Cm
Woah-oh-ohhh-ohhhh Woah-oh-ohhhhh Let’ go
Chorus:
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), end what’s in your cup
Ab
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enough
F Gm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up
Cm
Tell security we ’bout to tear this club up
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green
Ab
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
F Gm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw ya hands up
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)
Verse I (palm mute):
Cm
You know what it is girl, we back up in this thang
Ab
Money stay in my pocket, girl, I’m like a walkin’ bank
F Gm
Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha thank
Cm
If I go get these bottles, we go alcohol insane
Cm
Callin’ all the girls, do you hear me?
Ab
All around the world, city to city
F
Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Gm
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Cm
Gettin’ loose in the ride
Cm
Hatin’ ass nigga move to the move to the move to the side
Chorus:
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), end what’s in your cup
Ab
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enough
F Gm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up
Cm
Tell security we ’bout to tear this club up
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green
Ab
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
F Gm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw ya hands up
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)
Verse II (palm mute):
Cm
My vision’s blurred, my words slurred
Ab
It’s jam packed (yeah), a million girls
F Gm
And I ain’t tryin to lead ’em
Cm
We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero
Cm
Callin’ all the girls, do you hear me?
Ab
All around the world, city to city
F
Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Gm
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Cm
Gettin’ loose in the ride
Cm
Hatin’ ass nigga move to the move to the move to the side
Chorus:
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), end what’s in your cup
Ab
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enough
F Gm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up
Cm
Tell security we ’bout to tear this club up
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green
Ab
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
F Gm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw ya hands up
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)
Verse III (palm mute):
Cm
Yo, could I get that Tron?
Cm
Could I get that Remmy?
Cm
Could I get that Coke?
Cm
Could I get that Henny?
Ab
Could I get that margarita on the rock rock rocks?
Ab
Could I get that salt all around that rim rim rim rim?
F Gm
Trey, I was like “Yo Trey”
Cm
Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rose’?
Cm
Okay, let’s get it not
Cm
I’m wit a bad bitch he’s with his friends
Cm
I don’t say “Hi”, I say “keys to the Benz”
Ab
Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz!
Ab
Muhfuckin right yeah, weed to the 10
F
If a bitch try to get cute Imma sock her
Gm
Throw a lotta money at her then yell fuck her,
Cm
Fuck her, fuck her, then yell fuck her
Cm
Then Imma go and get my Louisville Slugger
Cm
Excuse me, I’m sorry, I’m really such a lady
Ab
I rep Young Money
Ab
You know Slim, Baby?
F Gm
And we be doin’ donuts while we wavin’ the .380
Cm
We give a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti
Cm (strum once, let ring)
Yellin’ all around the world,
Cm
Do you hear me?
Ab (strum once, let ring)
Do you like my body?
Ab
Anna Nicki
F
Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith
Gm
Yes, my dear, you’re so explosive
Cm
Say hi to Mary Mary and Joseph
Cm
Now bottoms up and double my dosage
Chorus:
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), end what’s in your cup
Ab
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enough
F Gm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up
Cm
Tell security we ’bout to tear this club up
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green
Ab
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
F Gm
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw ya hands up
Cm
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)
