Bars Rip T

      C           F
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
C
Aeroplanes, deep massage
C           F
Bars, bars, fire, fire
C
Tell your girl I won't retire


[Chorus]
      C           F
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
C
Aeroplanes, deep massage
C           F
Bars, bars, fire, fire
C
Tell your girl I won't retire
C
Woo
F
Here I am
       C
Flyin' down the street like Superman
    C                    F
And I won't do it but my best friend
 can
C N.C.
I won't do it but my best friend can


[Verse 1]
         C                      
Got them blue jeans, got them at 
 F
Costco
               C
She hates that blue cheese, but 
loves tobasco
    C                             
But everybody knows that I'm your 
F
boss, yo
    C
But everybody knows that I'm the 
boss though
                  C                
He know I'm gonna write the words, 
          F
I'm gonna play the strings
    C
And don't forget, I still fuckin' 
sing
C                           F
Even on the street, I was a fuckin' 
king
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C                            N.C.
Even on the street, I was a fuckin' 
king


[Chorus]
      C           F
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
C
Aeroplanes, deep massage
C           F
Bars, bars, fire, fire
C
Tell your girl I won't retire


[Verse 2]
C        F
Woo-hoo, Tokyo
C
Driftin' down the street in my 
sleep, go roll
C                                
Rollin' down my window, I'll let 
F
everybody know
       C
That I bought this car with my puff 
as dough
         C                         
Yeah, my best friends don't need a 
F
wine glass
              C
They love the goon sack, up here 
it's all class
    C                             
But everybody knows that they can 
F
shake their ass
    C
But everybody knows that they can 
shake their ass


[Chorus]
      C           F
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
C
Aeroplanes, deep massage
C           F
Bars, bars, fire, fire
C
Tell your girl I won't retire


[Verse 3]
        C                          
I got a feelin' I'll be fine, left 
   F
it all behind
       C
In the house up in the hill that I 
once called mine
           C                    
I left the keys in the van, from 
 F
sixty-nine
         C
'Til the motherfuckin' madhouse 
(Empty)
C
Bars
      N.C.
I got bitches

Bitches
N.C.
Bitches

And I got


[Chorus]
      C           F
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
C
Aeroplanes, deep massage
C           F
Bars, bars, fire, fire
C
Tell your girl I won't retire
C
Woo
F
Here I am
       C
Flyin' down the street like Superman
    C                    F
And I won't do it but my best friend
 can
C
I won't do it but my best friend can


[Otro]
C N.C.
R.IP. to the beat