Stare

	  		
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 

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 

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) 

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 
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