Stare chords by Ty Dolla $ign

Chorus: Pharrell:
Em
F                      Am
Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse
      Em
When you are just sitting right there
  F         Em              Am   Em
I know you ain't just gon' stare
F                       Am                  Em                 G Em
Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up in the air
F                Am              Em
I know you ain't just gon' stare

Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign:
F             Am
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I'm livin'
Dm
Brand new diamond chain
            Em
Gang, gang, gang, gang
F         Am
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
Em
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign:
F    Em Am
911, I bust 'em
My bitch just got to customs
Em
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin'
F    Em        Am
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
Em
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
F                  Em        Am
Just got through signin' a deal, uh
Just got through poppin' the seal, ayy
Em
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that's somethin' I can give
F       Am
Dolla don't want no mo' kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Em
Dolla don't want no mo' friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
F        Am
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
Em
I got nines, I got tens, uh
Am     Em
I just hit some new twins
F     Em         Am
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act' in the fridge
Em
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin' and shit

Chorus: Pharrell:
F                      Am
Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse
    Em
When you are just sitting right there
F                Em           Am  Em
I know you ain't just gon' stare
 F           Em          Am             Em
Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up in the air
F                 Em        Am   Em
I know you ain't just gon' stare

Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign:
                 Am
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I'm livin'
Dm
Brand new diamond chain
              Em
Gang, gang, gang, gang
F   Em    Am
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
Dm
When I walk through the door
Em
There he go, there he go

Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign:
F         Em               Am
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin', you creamin'
Am
'Cause Dolla hittin' it, gettin' it
Get ya outta here, he hittin' it
F             Am
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
G
24K on my dinner plate
              F         Am
Yeah, that's all gold everything
Money over everything
Am
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
          F            Em       Am
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
Bm                         Am
That coke white and that's Off-White
Guess the supermodels only fuck twice
F          Em   Am
And if you act right, you could get that Act' right
Am                                       Em
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
         Am
Ay, I'm not them, I'm that guy
Spaceships, I'm that high
Am
Superfly, I'm that fly
     Em
So, understand why...pshh

Chorus: Pharrell:
F                      Am
Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse
    Em
When you are just sitting right there
F                Em           Am  Em
I know you ain't just gon' stare
 F           Em          Am             Em
Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up in the air
F                 Em        Am   Em
I know you ain't just gon' stare

Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign:
Am
Keep goin' through your phone
Keep stackin' up your dough (woo, woo)
Em
Keep ballin', let the money grow
F     Em          Am
Cris' smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Em                     Am
Keep a watch full of icicles
'Bout the hoes, we don't like niggas
F        Am
All the shit that I been through, I can't even explain
Em
Smokin' Ls to the brain
Am
Gang, gang, gang, gang
F       Am
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
N.C.
Too much luggage, I can't carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
F          Am              C
We ain't stayin' at the Marriott
Presidential, that's my residential
Dm                        Em
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin' weed soon as your man get up
F              Em         Am
She with me 'cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
G
And no, I can't say that I blame her (uh)
I'm puttin' KK in the paper (yeah)
F              Am
I'm coppin' a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I'm takin' them pics with my haters (wow)
Em
Don't need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
F                 Em              Am
Don't think I'm sweet 'cause I'm famous (no)
Dm                            Am         Em
My niggas cockin' and aimin' (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

Chorus: Pharrell:
F                      Am
Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse
    Em
When you are just sitting right there
F                Em           Am  Em
I know you ain't just gon' stare
 F           Em          Am             Em
Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up in the air
F                 Em        Am   Em
I know you ain't just gon' stare

Outro:
F Em Am
Dm