Drake - Pop Style, аккорды песни для гитары

Hook:
G
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich)
D
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (one shit)
Em
All my niggas wanna Do is pop style (pop style)
C
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (a lifestyle)

Verse 1:
G
Tell my mom I love her if I Do not make it (do not make it)
D
Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum
Em
(They do, they do)
C
And I like to finish what you think you started
G
Man you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started
D
You don't know what you just started
Em
All I Do is hang with the young and heartless
C
All this for my family, man, I try my hardest
G
It's all I ever did and look where it got him
D
Yeah, you've been on my mind lately
Em
You've still got my number, girl you need to call me
C
I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
G
But you know I always handle that one my way
D
Girl let me rock, rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Em
Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway
C
I can't trust no fuckin' body
They still out to get me cause they never got me

Verse 2:
G
They still out to get me, they don't get it
D
I can not be got, and that's a given
Em
They like Pablo, "why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe?
C
Why Do you know every single bitch that I know?
G
Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road?
D
Fuck if I know, that's that Chicago
Em
South, south, side, that's the motto
C
Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel
G
Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel, cause I know
D
We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye
Em
Throne is back up in it, aye
C
In the field like Emmitt, aye, y'all get so offended, aye
G
I be blacking out, I ain't backing out
D
Jay about his business, and I'ma let you finish but I...
Em
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body
C
Take you to the garage and Do some karate
G
                   
D
Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sake
Em
                       
C
Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki
(Perfect)

Hook:
G
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich)
D
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (one shit)
Em
All my niggas wanna Do is pop style (pop style)
C
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (lifestyle)

Hook:
G
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich)
D
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (one shit)
Em
All my niggas wanna Do is pop style (pop style)
C
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (a lifestyle)

Verse 1:
G
Tell my mom I love her if I Do not make it (do not make it)
D
Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum
Em
(They do, they do)
C
And I like to finish what you think you started
G
Man you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started
D
You don't know what you just started
Em
All I Do is hang with the young and heartless
C
All this for my family, man, I try my hardest
G
It's all I ever did and look where it got him
D
Yeah, you've been on my mind lately
Em
You've still got my number, girl you need to call me
C
I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
G
But you know I always handle that one my way
D
Girl let me rock, rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Em
Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway
C
I can't trust no fuckin' body
They still out to get me cause they never got me

Verse 2:
G
They still out to get me, they don't get it
D
I can not be got, and that's a given
Em
They like Pablo, "why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe?
C
Why Do you know every single bitch that I know?
G
Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road?
D
Fuck if I know, that's that Chicago
Em
South, south, side, that's the motto
C
Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel
G
Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel, cause I know
D
We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye
Em
Throne is back up in it, aye
C
In the field like Emmitt, aye, y'all get so offended, aye
G
I be blacking out, I ain't backing out
D
Jay about his business, and I'ma let you finish but I...
Em
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body
C
Take you to the garage and Do some karate
G
                   
D
Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sake
Em
                       
C
Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki
(Perfect)

Hook:
G
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich)
D
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (one shit)
Em
All my niggas wanna Do is pop style (pop style)
C
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (lifestyle)