Startender

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)


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[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                      
Ooh, don't think these niggas 
Dm
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                       
Ooh, don't think these niggas 
Dm
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)