CAPO on 1st Fret

Chorus:
Am             G
 If your chick come close to me
    C                F
She ain't going home when she post to be
Am                 G
 I'm getting money like I'm post to be
C                  F
 I'm getting money like I'm post to be
   Am        G
Ooh all my niggas close to me
    C                     F
And all them other niggas where the post to be
Am      G
Ooh the hoes Go for me
          C                     F
Have your chick send a pic like pose for me
Am      G
 That's how it post to be
C       F
 That's how it post to be
Am      G
 That's how it post to be
C
Everything good like it post to be

Verse I:
Am       G
 Pull up to the club and it Go up
C               F
 Make your girl fall in love when I show up
Am        G
 It's not my fault she want to know me
C            F
 She told me you was just a homie
Am   G                         C
 She came down like she knew me
 F                     Am
 Gave it up like a groupie
G
 And that's facts, no printer
C                   F
Cold nigga turn the summer to the winter
    Am                   G
She save me in her phone as bestie
C                        F
 But I had her screaming oh
Am             G
Yo girl wasn't supposed to text me
            C                      F
You want to know how I know what I know

Chorus:
Am             G
 If your chick come close to me
    C                F
She ain't going home when she post to be
Am                 G
 I'm getting money like I'm post to be
C                  F
 I'm getting money like I'm post to be
   Am        G
Ooh all my niggas close to me
    C                     F
And all them other niggas where the post to be
Am      G
Ooh the hoes Go for me
          C                     F
Have your chick send a pic like pose for me
Am      G
 That's how it post to be
C       F
 That's how it post to be
Am      G
 That's how it post to be
C
Everything good like it post to be

Verse II:
Am             G
 Got your girl in my section finna blow up
C        F
 Smoking loud, I'm about to roll up
Am               G                         C
 She ain't never got high like this with a guy like this
F
When she pop tell her hold up
Am              G
 Better believe she gon' leave with a real nigga
C                      F
 I dick her down can't put it down like I Do
Am                G
 I get to bussin' no discussin', gotta deal with it
C        F
 Team us we ain't worried about you
Am          G
 Murder she wrote
C              F
 When I hit it I'm a kill it I'm a get it like
Am          G
 Murder she wrote
            C                      F
You want to know how I know what I know

Verse III:
Am            G
 If your dude come close to me
        C                F
He gon' want to ride off in a ghost with me (I'll make him Do it)
Am                G
 I might let your boy chauffeur me
       C                    F
But he got to eat the booty like groceries
Am               G
Gotta get rid of these hoes from me
        C               F
I might have that nigga selling his soul for me
    Am       G
Oooh, that's how it post to be
C              F
If he wants me to expose the freak
     Am      G
Oooh, that's how it post to be
     C       F
Oooh, that's how it post to be
     Am      G
Oooh, that's how it post to be
C               F
Everything good like it post to be

Chorus:
Am             G
 If your chick come close to me
    C                F
She ain't going home when she post to be
Am                 G
 I'm getting money like I'm post to be
C                  F
 I'm getting money like I'm post to be
   Am        G
Ooh all my niggas close to me
    C                     F
And all them other niggas where the post to be
Am      G
Ooh the hoes Go for me
          C                     F
Have your chick send a pic like pose for me
Am      G
 That's how it post to be
C       F
 That's how it post to be
Am      G
 That's how it post to be
C
Everything good like it post to be