White Sand Ukulele tab

	  
Intro: |Fm |Db Cm (x4) 


      Fm                        Db 
Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah (yeah) 
 Fm                             Db 
Lost it again, yeah (it's lit), ghost, Danny Phantom (oh yeah) 
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Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah 
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Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up) 

verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big Sean 
Fm                       Db 
Coupe outside (outside), she say let me ride 
Fm 
Bust down Rollie with the ice (ice) 
Db 
Ride 'round the city with a pipe 
Fm 
Wrist frozen (frozen) 
Db 
Blessed, I guess I'm chosen (chosen) 
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Hit a lightskin from Oakland 
In my old school sideshow 
Fm 
Supersport (oh yeah) 
Ab 
Crash the Porsche (oh yeah) 
Fm 
I was gettin' head (woah) 
She was killin' it (woah) 
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Caught an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve swerve) 
Fm    Ab 
Cash out on some new shit (woah, look) 

verse 2: Big Sean 
Fm                            Cm 
Bitch, I surround myself with all this loyalty 
         Fm                             Db 
Swear to God I'm the one, my girl just might propose to me (I swear) 
          Fm                           Cm 
A clique full of CEO's (O's), none of us got a degree (no, no) 
         Fm                                  Db 
Made it from the underground, now they back tryna bury me (bury me) 
Fm         Db 
I lean, I sway (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God) 
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I give and hardly take, you level up, I levitate 
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Bitch you a culture (what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah) 
Fm 
Hungry for exposure, I'm with my Migos soldiers, gone 


Fm                               Db         Cm 
White color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah 
Fm                     Db         Cm 
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it's lit) 
Fm                                   Db         Cm 
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah 
Fm                        Db         Cm 
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up) 
Fm                      Db             Cm 
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah) 
Fm 
Coupe got wings (coupe got) 
Db               Cm 
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings) 
Fm 
On the top like toupee (on top) 
Db                Cm 
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K) 
Fm 
Crap game in the booth flame (crap) 
Db                        Cm 
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt) 

verse 3: Offset 
Fm 
Pull up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey) 
Pavé my set and clip Blu-ray (pavé) 
Run to the bag like Hussein (bag) 
        Ab 
When I lay my head down, got two K's (baow) 
Fm 
Ferrari in Miami Beach (Ferrrari) 
I paid one twenty for rose Philippe (Philippe) 
I took her soul for keeps, yeah (soul) 
Ab 
Back to back Rolls like Meech (Meech) 
Fm 
I check my balance, the cash I'ma double up (bag) 
  Db                      Cm 
P-90, two-three with the monkey nuts (brrt) 
Fm 
When I look at my wrist it's a hockey puck (woo) 
       Db                    Cm 
When I get with a bitch I'ma pipe her up (hey) 
Fm 
Pour that lean on that ice (lean) 
Db                   Cm 
Leaving my dreams covered in ice (dream) 
Fm 
Wedding band rings, ain't no wife 
Db                    Cm 
Tryna get the demons out of my sight (woo) 

verse 4: Takeoff 
Fm 
Nigga we ain't hiding we straight (nope) 
Cm 
I'm talking big plate with that steak (steak) 
          Fm 
Niggas be watchin' out 'cause they scoping (watchin') 
                Cm 
Geeked off of Adderall, they all focused (acid) 
             Fm 
Sipping on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls 
   Cm 
A nigga must got to be joking (joking) 
      Ab 
Don't want the pack, it ain't potent (uh) 
               Db 
Look at wrist, water came from the ocean (ice) 
Bbm 
I'm laughing, never lacking (no) 
Db                               Fm 
Everlasting, flipping work like gymnastics (flippin' it) 
                       Ab 
Wrapping it up in the plastic (wrappin' it) 
                      Fm 
Smoking it up in the ashes (ashes) 
                           Cm 
Looking and watching which ass is gon' be the fattest (asses) 
Fm 
I pick the bitch up and smash it 
Ab 
2018 we don't pass, we trash it 

 
       Fm                             Db         Cm 
Yeah, White color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah 
Fm                     Db         Cm 
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it's lit) 
Fm                                   Db         Cm 
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah 
Fm                        Db         Cm 
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up) 
Fm                      Db             Cm 
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah) 
Fm 
Coupe got wings (coupe got) 
Db               Cm 
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings) 
Fm 
On the top like toupee (on top) 
Db                Cm 
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K) 
Fm 
Crap game in the booth flame (crap) 
Db                        Cm 
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)