Irie Chords by Ty Dolla $ign

[Start]

[Intro]
Cm Ab                                               
■  ■  I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas


[Verse]
  Ab                                              
I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches
      Ab                                   
I got dressed I mixed the Tisa with Versace
           Ab                              
I smoked a joint and took a BR now I'm irie


[Chorus]
Cm                        
I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie
    Ab        Cm      
I'm irie yeah I'm irie
Cm      
I'm irie
            Cm                                
When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners to bodegas
                                                           Ab    
Don't bring no dutchie back homie I prefer papers I prefer papers
      Cm                                         
And I got love for the Nets but it's still Lakers
       Cm                           
I turn my music up fuck my neighbors
  Cm                            
I hit JFK I'm going back to Cali
           Cm                              
I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley
Ab          Cm                           
■  My nigga Beezy on the way from 'County
        Cm                                     
We keep supporting damn it we from grass valley


[Verse]
        Ab  Cm           Ab                      
I got a bad bitch riding shotgun with the shotgun
                              Ab     
Pocket full of money and some condoms
                               Ab           
I'mma drop your bitch back off when I'm done
                                    Ab    
Hope you make your bitch get in the shower
Cm                                
That's your bitch she my bitch too
Cm                      
She let the homie in too
Fm                      Cm                      
Niggas be cuffin' while their bitches be fuckin'
   Cm                          
My nigga that ain't nothing new
        Cm                           
I'm the nigga that your bitch come to
     Cm                    
When she wanna cheat on you
                            Cm                     
I hella be tripping too but I got my bitches in you


[Chorus]
                                               Ab
I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas ■ 
  Cm                                  Ab          
I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches
  Cm                                       
I got dressed I mixed the Tisa with Versace
           Cm                              
I smoked a joint and took a BR now I'm irie
    Cm                    
I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie
Abmaj7            Cm  
I'm irie yeah I'm irie
Abmaj7   Ab
I'm irie ■ 
Cm Abmaj7 Cm                                  Ab        
■  It's   Taylor Gang I get so high that it's irrational


[Verse]
       Cm                                        Ab
When I pull up in first class it's international ■ 
            Cm                                         
I know some ratchet bitches and they rep the North side
         Cm                                        
We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified


[Chorus]
               Cm                        
Glowing by the zone nigga worth the grown
Cm                                                        
Smoking on that strong give me dome while I'm on the phone
            Ab               Cm                   
Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it
Cm                                                     
Roll them joints up big as fuck they tell me smell my '
Cm                             
This young boy gonna live it up


[Verse]
Cm                                            
Pass the loud you'd think that I smoke flavors
   Cm                                         
No bitches in the hood that don't smoke papers
      Cm                                               
Ain't tryina heard 'bout what you mean because I got it
                                             Ab        
It's on the plane cause I can't leave a trip without it
          Cm                                       
Claim you smoke more weed than me I really doubt it
Ab        Cm                                     Ab      
■  If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it
            Cm                        
And rest in peace go to my nigga right
                         Cm              
Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day
                Cm                           
Straight to the face fuck what the police say


[Chorus]
  Cm                                          
I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas
                                           Ab     
I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches
      Cm                                   
I got dressed I mixed the Tisa with Versace
           Cm                              
I smoked a joint and took a BR now I'm irie
Cm                        
I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie
    Cm                
I'm irie yeah I'm irie
    Ab   Cm Ab
I'm irie ■  ■ 


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