Chorus: Gm I've been up for a thousand nights Cm Gm New York to London, different city every day, yeah Cm Gm Playin' on, playin' on, puttin' on 50 thousand lights Cm Gm Oh, I've been gone so long, gettin' up and gettin' faded Cm So I'm on, keepin' on, stayin' up for a thousand nights Gm This the type of shit we used to dream of (Yeah, yeah) Cm Bad bitch look like Mona Lisa (Mona Lisa) Gm Flippin' off a yacht in Ibiza (Splash, water) Cm Clear port, hasta la vista Gm Do it all again when we touchdown, everything bust down Cm Teacher said I would lose, I be like, "What now?" Gm I started makin' moves, they showin' me love now Cm Lit like a light bulb 'cause, bitch, I'm the plug now Gm And now you know we poppin', we bubble like soda pop Cm And I see it, I like it, I wake up, pull up, and go and cop it Gm The millions get wired, them Benny hunnids still go in pocket I party with Ed Sheeran, my homies still hold the rocket Gm 'Cause I'm so hood, it don't make no sense Cm Still remember the times I couldn't pay my rent Gm Now, I walk in a stadium, tell 'em, "Play my shit" And they gon' sing like this Chorus Last night I played a show at a stadium in Atlanta Husbands and wives, daddies and daughters with the cameras I never thought it would get this big, but what does it matter? Everything is already part of a plan I remember, damn, me, and my man inside of this Sprinter van Two hundred a night, end of 2010 Stayin' up in every city's Holiday Inn If it wasn't there, then I was at the couch of a friend's Weatherspoon's was an easy option to get a cheaper lunch and Two-pound pint, the waitress maybe leave her number On to the next town, but now it's to the next continent (woo!) And I don't think it's gonna be stoppin' anytime soon Birds eye view, pay my dues for a two-mile queue Don't need to read reviews if you can't do the things I do Oh, let me invite you to my world Chorus Mmm, I'm so faded, yeah I don't even know how much I made last year I'm so used to bein' on some player shit Cheated on my girlfriend with a fiendish bitch Hoodie on pull up, just like the Reaper, yeah I do this on the regular, make it seem often St. Laurent, Gucci sweater, the red and green marklet Me and Meek and Ed Sheeran just like the Beatles, yeah From her head to her toe you know she be fría, yeah Everyday I be seein' her and Selena, yeah She wanna come closer, but I don't see us there I'm not a regular person, I've been low-key all year From New York out to London, she was, she was with me all the time And I've been on the road, so I know she couldn't call my line And now she got her ass and titties done for a thousand likes, mm Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsCm Gm |