Beach Ball chords by Busta Rhymes

Featuring Bia!

Key: C# Minor

♫ Chorus:
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Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Sho')
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Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Hitmaka)

♫ Verse:
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Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
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Bitch ride the boat like it's a seesaw
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Check your bags and your pussy, girl, 'fore you depart (Ho)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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Dolce & Gabanna, spoil him in Neiman Marcus (Whoa)
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Bitch pull the top down, why you keep coughin'? (Brrt)
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Put her in the ocean, bet she suck a beach ball (Ball)
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Hoes moving up and down, seesaw (Saw)
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Give me backshots, now it's back to D.R (Yup)
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Fly you out to P.R., can't put you in no Dior (D)
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Look into my eyes, you could tell I want a D boy (D)
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Poppin' wheelies on that dick, he thinkin' I'm from Bmore (Skrrt)
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We should've been friends but I know you wanna be more (Hey)
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Touched my first M, niggas know I gotta see more (Sheesh)
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?: get in my ends and you know I had to detour (Gee)
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Flew in first class just to sit up by the seashore (Sheesh)
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You can't fuck me in no G4

♫ Chorus:
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Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Buss)
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Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (BIA, BIA)

♫ Verse:
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Look, see, I inflated the plot
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Ever since the day of crack sales I upgraded the block, nigga (Ho)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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Louis and that Gucci make her bug and ?: off (Ho)
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And drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin'
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Waterfallin', suckin' on these beach balls (Whoa)
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And all these bitches walkin' round me talkin' 'bout, "I miss ya" (Saw)
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Never kiss 'em but I always hit 'em back to D.R (Yup)
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Shawty, yes, I see ya, who the fuck you thinkin' we are? (Gee)
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Think you 'bout to come up? See, them thoughts, you better ignore
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Fuck you think you're foolin' tryna come off like a sweetheart?
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Think we more than homies? Yous a motherfuckin' **** (Hey)
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Fuck these records up in ways you've never seen it before them (Gee)
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Bustin' everybody ass on records when I record 'em (Gee)
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Light shinin', nigga, lookin' at me like, "Is he God " (Hey)
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A ha, make sure you end your shit when we start



♫ Chorus:
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Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Sho')
C#m
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Ross)

♫ Outro:
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Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks (Yeah)
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Bitch ride the boat like it's a seesaw (Yup)
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Check your bags and your pussy, girl 'fore you depart (Ho)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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Louis and that Gucci make her bug and ?: off (Ho)
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And drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin' (Cough)
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Waterfallin', suckin' on these beach balls
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And all these bitches walkin' round me talkin' 'bout, "I miss ya" (Sho')
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Give me backshots, now it's back to D.R