[First Part]

F#m         A
Pretty soon I'ma take your phone
              Bm                    D
Or you should hide it in yo pockets until you get home
            F#m            A
Don't wanna see no tweets about the night we shared
            Bm                   D
Don't wanna hear reasons for it, baby I don't care
        F#m             A
You and I both know I'm not just anybody
        Bm                      D
And I regret bringing yo ass to all those after parties
      F#m                         A
You enjoyed yourself too much and you ain't barely started
            Bm                 D
I just can't invest in shit to end up broken-hearted

[Chorus]

                F#m       A
You stay taking pictures, pictures
                           Bm       D
Just too show them to your bitches, bitches
                         F#m       A
Just so you can make 'em jealous
                      Bm     D
Now I know where your head is
                          F#m       A
Man you stay taking those pictures, pictures
                          Bm       D
Just to show them to your bitches, bitches
                    F#m      A
So you can make 'em jealous
               Bm        D
So now I gotta dead this

[Segunda Parte]

F#m         A
So lowkey, I just stay out the way
           Bm                            D
I built a lab up in the crib so I don't leave all day
           F#m         A
You always try to rush out when I need you to stay
               Bm              D
But don't forget to post a pic of you with yo bae
           F#m          A
And by the way, I see right through it
              Bm               D
I let you slide now cause I know you not use to it
            F#m                       A
If this is the way it is, don't even put me through it
               Bm                       D
I'm quick to cut it off, if you don't believe I'll do it

[Chorus]

                F#m       A
You stay taking pictures, pictures
                           Bm       D
Just too show them to your bitches, bitches
                         F#m       A
So you can make 'em jealous
                      Bm     D
Now I know where your head is
                          F#m       A
Man you stay taking those pictures, pictures
                          Bm       D
Just to show them to your bitches, bitches
                    F#m      A
So you can make 'em jealous
               Bm        D
So now I gotta dead this

[Terceira Parte]

F#m
 Boy don't tell me that you sorry when
A
 You with them bitches every night when you be partying
         Bm
Then you come late night, trying to hide your phone
D
 You know that shit'll always end up in an argument
F#m
 Why you always taking risk with me?
A
 Hold me close by my waist, take pics with me
      Bm
Women crush Wednesday's mean shit to me
D
 Little kid shit and I don't let it get to me
       F#m                          A
Literally the whole world know this shit
Need a girl but you busy chasing hoes and shit
        Bm                                         D
You the type to try to keep it on the low and shit
I need a real fly nigga, I'm the coldest bitch
           F#m
I'm so legit, I goes and get
         A
Got your bitches, they be all up on my shows and shit
     Bm                                D
Look, keep it real, cause every time we chill
All you wanna do is post a pic

[Chorus]

                F#m       A
You stay taking pictures, pictures
                           Bm       D
Just too show them to your bitches, bitches
                         F#m       A
So you can make 'em jealous
                      Bm     D
Now I know where your head is
                          F#m       A
Man you stay taking those pictures, pictures
                          Bm       D
Just to show them to your bitches, bitches
                    F#m      A
So you can make 'em jealous
               Bm        D
So now I gotta dead this