Rich Brian feat 21 Savage - Crisis

[Chorus: Rich Chigga]
Gm Ab
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6
Think ’bout money, then ’bout this
Dm Gm
I got nothin’ on my wrist but I’ll still gladly take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Gm
Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
F
Yessiree I did, ayy

[Post-Chorus: Rich Chigga]
Dm
Got that ass on me
Ab
Sound like I’m from New York City
Eb
Airbnb, gon’ fuck in it
Ab
She know that I do the music (musAbic)
Eb Cm
Always cook at home, I’m tryna to save up
Eb
Tryna do my friends some favors
Ab Cm
Gave her head, she facin’ backwards (backwards, ayy)

[Verse 1: Rich Chigga]
Gm F
27 shows, I go through cities every now and then
Gm Dm Gm
I watch the crowd, they jumpin’, watchin’ me (watchin’ me)
F
Cut, cut to days ago
Gm
I’m just a kid not old enough to smoke a cig
Ab Fm
They wonder, “What’s the recipe?” (Ayy, recipe)
Cm Eb
They want me to call home, I can hear the drum roll
Ab Eb
But understand I’m out here for a reason
Cm Ab Eb
Li-livin’ in my own home, father miss me I know
Cm Gm
But also he know that I’m on a mission (mission)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Bb F
I got diamonds on my fist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
F Gm
So icy, bitch, I’m colder than a freezer (bling-blaow)
F
My main bitch bitchin’ (21), side bitch trippin’
Cm
Bitch I love ya’ll both but none of y’all ain’t no keepers
I’ll leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers (21)
Eb
Made a million dollars with Adidas (21)
Ab
Can’t have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper (21)
Eb
Take this shit to trial, nigga, I’m gon’ beat it
Ab
Spilt my lean, it got me heated
Say it one time, I don’t repeat it
Eb Cm
Baby, get down on your knees and eat it, (wow) eat it, eat it
Gm Dm Bb
Walking out of Louis V with the big box
F Gm
Yeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stop
Gm
Young Savage walk around with the big Glock (21)
Gm
With that .30 hangin’ out, nigga that’s hip-hop (facts)
F Bb Cm
Car too fast, 12 can’t stop me (skrrt)
Eb Ab
Bitch too bad, hoes can’t fuck me (21)
Eb Cm
You was running from the smoke, nigga, not me (on God)
Eb Ab Cm
Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now it’s O.D. (21)

[Chorus: Rich Chigga]
Gm
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6
Bb
Think ’bout money, then ’bout this
Gm
I got nothin’ on my wrist but I’ll still gladly take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
F
Yessiree I did, ayy

[Verse 3: Rich Chigga]
Cm
She act like a bird
I wear shit made out of fur
Ab
Your man say he getting money
Eb Cm
Claim that he’s entrepreneur
Eb
Fast car like Fast & Furious
Cm
She throw it back, Delorean
Bb Eb Ab Cm
I’m sittin’ in somebody’s BMW recordin’ this
Gm
Not my whip, not my whip
Bb
Rather walk or take a Lyft
Gm
On a trip, I hit the strip
That made me sad and then I dip
Gm
Ayy, Brian learnin’ how to live it (damn)
People ’round him go in circles
Head is spinnin’ with no fidget (recipe)
Ab
Used to play the drums though
Never liked it, no, no
Eb Ab Eb
Lil’ Brian didn’t see the bigger picture
Cm
Rap-rap on my own beats so
Eb
One hundred percent goes
Db Gm
Straight to my li’l pockets and I keep it

[Chorus: Rich Chigga]
Gm Ab
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6
Think ’bout money, then ’bout this
Bb Gm
I got nothin’ on my wrist but I’ll still gladly take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bb
Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
Gm F Bb
Yessiree I did, ayy

[Post-Chorus: Rich Chigga]
Eb
Got that ass on me
Sound like I’m from New York City
Airbnb, gon’ fuck in it
She know that I do the music (music)
Eb
Always cook at home, I’m tryna to save up
Tryna do my friends some favors
Cm Gm F
Gave her head, she facin’ backwards (backwards, ayy)

[Outro]
Gm Bb F
Cm Ab Cm Eb
Ab Eb Cm Fm
Cm Eb Dm