The Weeknd – Tell Your Friends Ukulele Chords

We are not the same I am too reckless, I’m not tryna go in that direction
These niggas they been doing too much flexing, but they about to call the wrong attention
And I ain’t got no patience, no more testing, I do shit how I want, don’t need no blessing
XO niggas, ain’t nothing to mess with, nobody stopping us, oh no, we destined

And everybody around you is so basic, I’m never rocking white, I’m like a racist
I don’t drink my liquor with a chaser, and money is the only thing I’m chasing
End some dope nights on some coke lines, give me head all night, cum four times
Baby girl just wanna smoke a pound, do an ounce get some dick, tell your friends about it

Go tell your friends about it (about it), go tell your friends about it (about it)
Go tell them what you know, what you seen, how I roll, how I get it on the low
Go tell your friends about it (about it), go tell your friends about it (about it)
I’m the nigga with the hair, singing bout popping pills, fucking bitches, living life, so trill

Last year I did all the politicking, this year I’mma focus on the vision
I think these hoes deserve another fixing, I’m talking ’bout the ones from the beginning
Don’t believe the rumors, bitch, I’m still a user, I’m still rocking camo and still roll with shooters
I’m a villain in my city, I just made another killing, I’mma spend it all on bitches
And everybody fucking, everybody fucking, pussy on the house, everybody fucking
Man, I miss my city, man, it’s been a minute, MIA a habit, Cali was the mission
Cruise through the west-end in my new Benz, I’m just tryna live life through a new lens
Driving by the streets I used to walk through, when I had no crib,
I guess you call that shit a miracle

Go tell your friends about it (about it), go tell your friends about it (about it)
Go tell them what you know, what you seen, how I roll, how I get it on the low
Go tell your friends about it (about it), go tell your friends about it (about it)
I’m the nigga with the hair, singing bout popping pills, fucking bitches, living life, so trill

My cousin said I made it big and it’s unusual, she tried to take a selfie
At my Grandma’s funeral, used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen street anthems
Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon, and I was broken,
I was broken, I was so broke, I used to roam around the town when I was homeless
Me and Lamar would rob a nigga for his Jordans, and flip it
just to get these hoes another nose fix, now we get faded
when we want, girl, we got choices, lay them on the fucking table,
we got choices, and if they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices
They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless

Yeah, that shit is pointless, they told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless
Yeah, that shit is pointless, they told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless

Go tell your friends about it (about it), go tell your friends about it (about it)
Go tell them what you know, what you seen, how I roll, how I get it on the low
Go tell your friends about it (about it), go tell your friends about it (about it)
I’m the nigga with the hair, singing bout popping pills, fucking bitches, living life, so true