Right Wit It Chords by Kalan.Frfr, Chris Obannon, G Perico
Tempo:
99.85 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
D
C#m
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [D]
Runnin' bands up, we got big digi-bands
She wanna pull up and get right with it
She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up on some high shit, she wanna [C#m] ride with [F#m] it
[D] I told her, pull up, she got right with it
She wanna pull up [F#m] and get right with it
[D] That's what I'm sayin', with it, they don't question
She wanna pull up and get right with it
Sauced up and she nice with it
She had that 2z on my tights
Now she wanna be with me on private
Baby, you know I'm a bad boy
Why don't you come up and get the right thing
I wanna take you, I be the pilot
Sippin' I'm dilating your eyelids
Big digits, young niggas, big whippin'
Big ballin', [F#m] and I'm big crippin'
Call [D] a girl, make sure they get with it
I'm independent, don't nobody live for me
Who your friend?
Don't be rude and accuse me
She ain't got a set, I know what she wanna do to me
I'm in your fancy, she ain't Gucci
Jeans huggin' real tight around baby crew
She wanna put it on me
If I leave, she gon' leave
That's 50 on me
Don Julio on in the rimming
I'm livin' reckless, baby, get with me
Bring them pants up, we got big digits
She wanna pull up and get right with it
She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up in some high shit, she wanna ride with me
I told her to pull up, she got right with it
She wanna pull up and get right with it
Now they gon' get with it, they don't question
[F#m]
Yo, [D] mama gon' get with it, they don't question
You can't be no record, I'm a record
Girl, I got them hearties like a Christ tree
Off-white, and my shoes come from Portland
All my fabrics imported, that's foreign
And so she gon' pull up and get right with it
She gon' pull up with like five bitches
[C#] And all of them wanna [F#m] slide with it
And they [D] dip, dip, hanging out my pocket
Stop it, don't make me have to pop it
I'm right with it
I'm a produce boy, I'm nice, I like it
I might spend the night in it
Running bands up, we got big digits
She wanna [F#m] pull up and get right with it
She wanna pull up and get right with it
[D] She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up with some ice, and she wanna ride with me
I told her to pull up, she got right with it
[F#m] She wanna pull up and get right with it
[D] Now they gon' get with it, they don't question
[F#m]
[D] [F#m]
[D] [F#m]
[D]
Runnin' bands up, we got big digi-bands
She wanna pull up and get right with it
She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up on some high shit, she wanna [C#m] ride with [F#m] it
[D] I told her, pull up, she got right with it
She wanna pull up [F#m] and get right with it
[D] That's what I'm sayin', with it, they don't question
She wanna pull up and get right with it
Sauced up and she nice with it
She had that 2z on my tights
Now she wanna be with me on private
Baby, you know I'm a bad boy
Why don't you come up and get the right thing
I wanna take you, I be the pilot
Sippin' I'm dilating your eyelids
Big digits, young niggas, big whippin'
Big ballin', [F#m] and I'm big crippin'
Call [D] a girl, make sure they get with it
I'm independent, don't nobody live for me
Who your friend?
Don't be rude and accuse me
She ain't got a set, I know what she wanna do to me
I'm in your fancy, she ain't Gucci
Jeans huggin' real tight around baby crew
She wanna put it on me
If I leave, she gon' leave
That's 50 on me
Don Julio on in the rimming
I'm livin' reckless, baby, get with me
Bring them pants up, we got big digits
She wanna pull up and get right with it
She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up in some high shit, she wanna ride with me
I told her to pull up, she got right with it
She wanna pull up and get right with it
Now they gon' get with it, they don't question
[F#m]
Yo, [D] mama gon' get with it, they don't question
You can't be no record, I'm a record
Girl, I got them hearties like a Christ tree
Off-white, and my shoes come from Portland
All my fabrics imported, that's foreign
And so she gon' pull up and get right with it
She gon' pull up with like five bitches
[C#] And all of them wanna [F#m] slide with it
And they [D] dip, dip, hanging out my pocket
Stop it, don't make me have to pop it
I'm right with it
I'm a produce boy, I'm nice, I like it
I might spend the night in it
Running bands up, we got big digits
She wanna [F#m] pull up and get right with it
She wanna pull up and get right with it
[D] She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up with some ice, and she wanna ride with me
I told her to pull up, she got right with it
[F#m] She wanna pull up and get right with it
[D] Now they gon' get with it, they don't question
[F#m]
[D] [F#m]
[D] [F#m]
[D]
Key:
F#m
D
C#m
C#
F#m
D
C#m
C#
[F#m] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Runnin' bands up, we got big digi-bands
She wanna pull up and get right with it
She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up on some high shit, she wanna [C#m] ride with [F#m] it
[D] I told her, pull up, she got right with it
She wanna pull up [F#m] and get right with it
[D] That's what I'm sayin', with it, they don't question
_ _ She wanna pull up and get right with it
Sauced up and she nice with it
She had that 2z on my tights
Now she wanna be with me on private
Baby, you know I'm a bad boy
Why don't you come up and get the right thing
I wanna take you, I be the pilot
Sippin' I'm dilating your eyelids
Big digits, young niggas, big whippin'
Big ballin', [F#m] and I'm big crippin'
Call [D] a girl, make sure they get with it
I'm independent, don't nobody live for me
Who your friend?
Don't be rude and accuse me
She ain't got a set, I know what she wanna do to me
I'm in your fancy, she ain't Gucci
Jeans huggin' real tight around baby crew
She wanna put it on me
If I leave, she gon' leave
That's 50 on me
Don Julio on in the rimming
I'm livin' reckless, baby, get with me
Bring them pants up, we got big digits
She wanna pull up and get right with it
She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up in some high shit, she wanna ride with me
I told her to pull up, she got right with it
She wanna pull up and get right with it
Now they gon' get with it, they don't question
_ _ [F#m] _
Yo, [D] mama gon' get with it, they don't question
You can't be no record, I'm a record
Girl, I got them hearties like a Christ tree
Off-white, and my shoes come from Portland
All my fabrics imported, that's foreign
And so she gon' pull up and get right with it
She gon' pull up with like five bitches
[C#] And all of them wanna [F#m] slide with it
And they [D] dip, dip, hanging out my pocket
Stop it, don't make me have to pop it
I'm right with it
I'm a produce boy, I'm nice, I like it
I might spend the night in it _
Running bands up, we got big digits
She wanna [F#m] pull up and get right with it
She wanna pull up and get right with it
[D] She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up with some ice, and she wanna ride with me
I told her to pull up, she got right with it
[F#m] She wanna pull up and get right with it
[D] Now they gon' get with it, they don't question _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Runnin' bands up, we got big digi-bands
She wanna pull up and get right with it
She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up on some high shit, she wanna [C#m] ride with [F#m] it
[D] I told her, pull up, she got right with it
She wanna pull up [F#m] and get right with it
[D] That's what I'm sayin', with it, they don't question
_ _ She wanna pull up and get right with it
Sauced up and she nice with it
She had that 2z on my tights
Now she wanna be with me on private
Baby, you know I'm a bad boy
Why don't you come up and get the right thing
I wanna take you, I be the pilot
Sippin' I'm dilating your eyelids
Big digits, young niggas, big whippin'
Big ballin', [F#m] and I'm big crippin'
Call [D] a girl, make sure they get with it
I'm independent, don't nobody live for me
Who your friend?
Don't be rude and accuse me
She ain't got a set, I know what she wanna do to me
I'm in your fancy, she ain't Gucci
Jeans huggin' real tight around baby crew
She wanna put it on me
If I leave, she gon' leave
That's 50 on me
Don Julio on in the rimming
I'm livin' reckless, baby, get with me
Bring them pants up, we got big digits
She wanna pull up and get right with it
She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up in some high shit, she wanna ride with me
I told her to pull up, she got right with it
She wanna pull up and get right with it
Now they gon' get with it, they don't question
_ _ [F#m] _
Yo, [D] mama gon' get with it, they don't question
You can't be no record, I'm a record
Girl, I got them hearties like a Christ tree
Off-white, and my shoes come from Portland
All my fabrics imported, that's foreign
And so she gon' pull up and get right with it
She gon' pull up with like five bitches
[C#] And all of them wanna [F#m] slide with it
And they [D] dip, dip, hanging out my pocket
Stop it, don't make me have to pop it
I'm right with it
I'm a produce boy, I'm nice, I like it
I might spend the night in it _
Running bands up, we got big digits
She wanna [F#m] pull up and get right with it
She wanna pull up and get right with it
[D] She gon' ball like Mike Bibby
Pull up with some ice, and she wanna ride with me
I told her to pull up, she got right with it
[F#m] She wanna pull up and get right with it
[D] Now they gon' get with it, they don't question _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _