Intro: The Weeknd]
CBbmAmG
Yeah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
CBbmAmG
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
Verse 1: The Weeknd]
CBbmAmG
If I'ma talk, I'ma talk, I'ma keep it real
CBbmAmG
Me and my boys, and my boys, we would split a pill
CBbmAmG
Noodles and pots in a pot was a nigga meal
CBbmAmG
Now that we on, that we on, we gon' split a mill'
CBbmAmG
I take a jet, take a jet when I'm overseas
CBbmAmG
None of my girls, of my girls gon' get over me
CBbmAmG
Shout-out to Hawk, shout-out Dooly, shout-out Hennessy
CBbmAmG
Them be my bros, be my bros 'til the death of me
CBbmAmG
Nobody, nobody know how I really be
CBbmAmG
I got some bars for a nigga if he wanna see
CBbmAmG
Dress up your talk if a nigga wanna talk to me
CBbmAmG
Fuck your phone calls, I don't want apologies
CBbmAmG
Everyone said, yeah, they said I was gonna peak
CBbmAmG
Most number ones, number ones in a nigga league
CBbmAmG
I think your girl, think your girl, fell in love with me
CBbmAmG
She say my fuck, and my tongue game a remedy
Chorus: The Weeknd]
CBbmAmG
Oh yeah, yeah
CBbmAmG
I just hit a lick, and I know you feelin' some way
CBbmAmG
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
CBbmAmG
I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
CBbmAmG
She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way
CBbmAmG
She just want a nigga like me, I play no
Verse 2: Nav]
C
Way, we got 'em feelin' some way
C
Way, 'cause you see XO in the place, told her, "Wait"
CBbmAmG
I gotta get myself together, it's a date
CBbmAmG
I spent two thousand on a sweater, way
CBbmAmG
I think the belts inside the store look better on my waist
CBbmAmG
I think my nuts look better on her face
CBbmAmG
This bitch got addicted, all she did was take a taste
CBbmAmG
Now you gettin' mad because you got replaced
CBbmAmG
The brown boy and the Starboy on a track
CBbmAmG
Haters gonna say "this shit is wack"
CBbmAmG
I went to the hills straight from the trap
CBbmAmG
I'ma fuck your bitch and give her back
CBbmAmG
She said she pop pills, I told her "Stop it"
CBbmAmG
Check my little pocket, I got options
CBbmAmG
I'm the first brown boy to get it poppin'
CBbmAmG
If I say the word, my shooters gonna pop 'em
Chorus: The Weeknd]
CBbmAmG
Oh yeah, yeah
CBbmAmG
I just hit a lick, and I know you feelin' some way
CBbmAmG
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
CBbmAmG
I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
CBbmAmG
She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way
CBbmAmG
She just want a nigga like me, I play no games
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