Spicy chords by Ty Dolla $ign

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Main riff:
   Am        B         C         B
e|---------|---------|---------|--------|
B|-----1---|-----2---|-----3---|-----2--|
G|-------2-|-------4-|-------5-|--------|
D|---2-----|---4-----|---5-----|---4----| x2
A|-0-------|-2-------|-3-------|-2------|
E|---------|---------|---------|--------|


Intro:
Am B C B
      (Damn, James)
Am B C B
      (Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)

Chorus:
Am                   B
Who tryna, who tryna go?
                 C                              B
Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?
           Am                        B
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?
          C                               B
Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?
       Am             B            C              B
She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata
          Am           B                    C            B
I buy her all the designer, but she's still leavin' tomorrow, ayy


Verse 1:
Am           B
  Who tryna, who tryna go?
C           B
  Who nigga hope that she don't?
Am          B
  Who tryna slide for the night?
C           B
  Who tryna wife her? Not I
Am             B
  Know my name, say my name
C                          B
Yellow diamonds on my chain, lemonade
Am                      B
I can never be your main, but tell your man
C                             B
You gon' have to call him back another time
Am                  B
Girl, let's get high and vibe
C       B
  Go up, get loud
Am          B
  Get right here and now
C N.C.
  Yeah, tell me


Chorus:
Am                   B
Who tryna, who tryna go?
                 C                              B
Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?
           Am                        B
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?
          C                               B
Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?
       Am             B            C              B
She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata
          Am           B                    C            B
I buy her all the designer, but she's still leavin' tomorrow, ayy


Verse 2:
Am                  B
  She tryna pull my pants down
      C                         B
I was lightin' up a stoge on my break time
           Am                         B
Told her, "Babe, I got a meetin' over FaceTime"
          C                        B
She don't care, my lil' mama never waste time (Ooh, wow)
Am              B
  Gotta catch a flight real quick
        C                         B
Snuck a Xanny on the plane in her fuckin' lipstick
    Am                           B
She look at me and laugh, give a fuck what I think
    C                        B
And she batshit crazy, but I like her like this, yeah
Am                  B
Shawty so bad, man, shawty so cold
C                    B
Wanna go out, twenty-five years old
Am                             B
Met her in the club, they were playin' "Psycho"
       C                  B
Now we match APs and they all rose-gold
Am  B  C            B
         And we both can agree
Am  B  C                B
         Ooh, she wilder than me


Chorus:
              Am                   B
Yeah, tell me who tryna, who tryna go?
                 C                              B
Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?
           Am                        B
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?
          C                               B
Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?
       Am             B            C              B
She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata
          Am           B                    C            B
I buy her all the designer, but she's still leavin' tomorrow, ayy


Outro:
Am  B  C  B x2