INTERNET MONEY feat JUICE WRLD, TRIPPIE REDD – Blast Off Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano | 1000+ Collections best music of time

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INTERNET MONEY feat JUICE WRLD, TRIPPIE REDD – Blast Off Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano | Collections best music of time

This song is from the album B4 The Storm, released on 28 August 2020.
This album was produced by Taz Taylor, Pharaoh Vice, Repko, Nick Mira , KC Supreme. It is originally in the key of D Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 75 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Vocals: Internet Money , Juice Wrld, Trippie Redd ,
Producer(s): Taz Taylor, Pharaoh Vice, Repko, Nick Mira , KC Supreme,
Writer(s): Repko, KC Supreme, Nick Mira, Pharaoh Vice, Taz Taylor, Juice WRLD , Trippie Redd,
 
Original Key: D Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 75
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]
 
                    Dm Bb F C 
 Internet Money, bitch
 Dm Bb F C 
 Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid
 
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 [CHORUS]
   Dm                     Bb
 Baby, come and have a blast with me
 F                               C
 Do everything I say like your majesty
 Dm                                 Bb
 Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
 F                                      C
 Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
 
 [PRE-CHORUS]  
  Dm                               Bb
 Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
         F                                C
 Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
   Dm                             Bb
 Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
        F                              C
 Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese
 
 [VERSE]
 Dm                                 Bb
 I cannot show these bitches no sympathy
           F                                  C
 Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me
 Dm                                Bb 
 I was just fortunate, got the remedy
              F                             C
 Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah
 
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 [CHORUS]
   Dm                     Bb
 Baby, come and have a blast with me
 F                               C
 Do everything I say like your majesty
  Dm                                Bb
 Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
  F                                   C
 Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (Uh)

 [VERSE]
   Dm                               Bb
 You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me
          F                          C
 Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out
  Dm                        Bb
 And the way you keep harassin' me
         F                          C
 It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh

 Dm         Bb
 Uh, yeah, time is of the essence
             F                      C
 You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend
         Dm                 Bb
 Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (Uh)
   F                   C
 We're a mess and our life's a wreck (Hey)

 Dm               Bb
 Toxic, toxic, toxic
                       F                         C
 The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'
                      Dm                               Bb
 I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic
            F                            C
 Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter

                   Dm         Bb                  F
 Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
                     C                               Dm
 We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers
                   Bb                           F
 We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama
 F               C                            Dm
 Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas
 
 [CHORUS]
  Dm                      Bb
 Baby, come and have a blast with me
 F                               C
 Do everything I say like your majesty
    Dm                          Bb
 Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
  F                                  C
 Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
 
 [POST-CHORUS]
   Dm                              Bb
 Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
         F                                    C
 Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
   Dm                           Bb
 Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
          F                            C
 Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese

 [OUTRO]
   Dm          Bb   F
 Gang, gang, gang
                         C
 Probably fuckin' your mama
                           Dm
 Three K on my wrist like André
                 Bb
 Servin' like entrée
       F     C                     Dm Bb F C 
 Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?

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full song INTERNET MONEY feat JUICE WRLD, TRIPPIE REDD – Blast Off Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

This song is from the album B4 The Storm, released on 28 August 2020.
This album was produced by Taz Taylor, Pharaoh Vice, Repko, Nick Mira , KC Supreme. It is originally in the key of D Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 75 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Vocals: Internet Money , Juice Wrld, Trippie Redd ,
Producer(s): Taz Taylor, Pharaoh Vice, Repko, Nick Mira , KC Supreme,
Writer(s): Repko, KC Supreme, Nick Mira, Pharaoh Vice, Taz Taylor, Juice WRLD , Trippie Redd,
 
Original Key: D Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 75
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]
 
                    Dm Bb F C 
 Internet Money, bitch
 Dm Bb F C 
 Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid
 
 www.chordzone.org

 [CHORUS]
   Dm                     Bb
 Baby, come and have a blast with me
 F                               C
 Do everything I say like your majesty
 Dm                                 Bb
 Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
 F                                      C
 Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
 
 [PRE-CHORUS]  
  Dm                               Bb
 Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
         F                                C
 Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
   Dm                             Bb
 Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
        F                              C
 Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese
 
 [VERSE]
 Dm                                 Bb
 I cannot show these bitches no sympathy
           F                                  C
 Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me
 Dm                                Bb 
 I was just fortunate, got the remedy
              F                             C
 Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah
 
 www.chordzone.org

 [CHORUS]
   Dm                     Bb
 Baby, come and have a blast with me
 F                               C
 Do everything I say like your majesty
  Dm                                Bb
 Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
  F                                   C
 Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (Uh)

 [VERSE]
   Dm                               Bb
 You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me
          F                          C
 Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out
  Dm                        Bb
 And the way you keep harassin' me
         F                          C
 It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh

 Dm         Bb
 Uh, yeah, time is of the essence
             F                      C
 You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend
         Dm                 Bb
 Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (Uh)
   F                   C
 We're a mess and our life's a wreck (Hey)

 Dm               Bb
 Toxic, toxic, toxic
                       F                         C
 The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'
                      Dm                               Bb
 I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic
            F                            C
 Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter

                   Dm         Bb                  F
 Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
                     C                               Dm
 We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers
                   Bb                           F
 We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama
 F               C                            Dm
 Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas
 
 [CHORUS]
  Dm                      Bb
 Baby, come and have a blast with me
 F                               C
 Do everything I say like your majesty
    Dm                          Bb
 Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
  F                                  C
 Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
 
 [POST-CHORUS]
   Dm                              Bb
 Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
         F                                    C
 Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
   Dm                           Bb
 Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
          F                            C
 Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese

 [OUTRO]
   Dm          Bb   F
 Gang, gang, gang
                         C
 Probably fuckin' your mama
                           Dm
 Three K on my wrist like André
                 Bb
 Servin' like entrée
       F     C                     Dm Bb F C 
 Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?

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