Chords for Oliver & Big Baby ~ Carl Edwards

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Shout out to the French tips, screens in the headrests
Full up on [Bb] the 4G autos, bitch I'm on the guest list
[Gm] Ice cream, San Gelato, Fiji water netless I rock [C] it like a model, that's to be [Gm] expected
Bleached blonde hair, cuz [Bb] I'm wavier than a bitch
I been switching lanes, car [Gm] levels with the whip
I been making waves, you [Bb] lil boys just saying a ten
Bitch I'm fucking paid, I just copped myself [Gm] a Benz
Ayy baby you like Chloe with [Bb] the cake
A lot of shots of Hennessy and OZ to the face
The way that I be flexing you and I'm lifting weights
Make it seem you're Rita Shady like I'm just in Simba late
Ayy [Gm] pull up in the drop top, looking to fly
Baby girl I'm no regular guy
Ayy know I got the wheat roll, we can get high
Ayy [Bb] you fucking with a pro, baby get a shit and try
Ayy [Gm] I woke up in Cali with a OZ of [Bb] the Maui
DBS all on me with lil shorty doing donuts in the Audi
On the iPhone 8, yeah I'm dripping in the babe
Hit the blunt and levitate out of space, you [Gm] know Ray
Yeah strawberry lemonade, shorty with the finish shade
Chilling in the shade, Kelly Slater where I rip away
Money in the go [Bb] yard, bitch I'm so sharp
Blowing smoke on the asphalt like an [Gm] NASCAR, ooh
They gon' say shit when you caught the Benz
I fucking check [Bb] her just because I can
[Gm] And I don't want the pussy shorty, I just want the head
[Bb] And girl I'm sorry, I just think we [G] better off as friends
[Gm] I flew out a couple hunts and stoned an LAX
Told her that I owe diamonds around my neck
Yeah I'ma make a melt by [Bb] 26
I make Sathash a hoodie with the Gucci slips
I remember being broke, shot it but I ain't
They say you fake it till you make it baby but I ain't
I told my bitch to hold me down, I bought her everything
She be like baby where you at, I'm on [C] the money train
I got [Bb] gorillas in [Gm] the zoo, I'm sipping native proof
[Bb] We at Coachella with your boo, we smoking on the booth
I bought my bitch some new [Gm] Margielas and some Jimmy Choos
I put my name on everything and that's [Bb] just how I do
Why you ever [Gm] gotta think you changed when you start doing you
I think my name was Mr.
Woo the way I shine my jewels
I think I gotta wed and bring her married to the Lou
And damn I put that on my soul, I swear that be the truth
I went from sleeping on the floor to cooling on a yacht
I went from stealing out the store to buying Gucci socks
I told my mama I'ma make it cause she yell I got
And I [Bb] get everything I wanted, this my only shot
This my [Gm] only shot
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