Passport Junkie - Rod Wave

Intro:
F
Bahamas might work

Turks might work
G
I could tell you love to party

(T-t-turn me up, Five)
Am           Em                  F
She say Iʼm just getting started, damn
F                      G                     Am
Mm, pretty girls, pretty girls, pretty girls
Em                 F
Turn into bad bitches

Verse:
                            F
Ainʼt no more holdinʼ her hand, itʼs time to expand
                                      G
She wanna get on the ʼGram and take pics in the sand
                                    Am                           Em
She tryna work on her tan, you ever been to Thailand?
                                   F
We ainʼt gotta pack no clothes, we can shop when we land

                           F
You want bad bitch views? What you willinʼ to do?
                                   G
She canʼt come to your room, unless it’s in Tulum
                                   Am                           Em
You ainʼt ready for her, I think you should slow your roll
                            F
Is you ready for her? No, no, no, no, no (No, no, no)

Sheʼs a passport junkie, spend that bread like a dummy
Yеah, he met her on Sunday, was in thе airport by Monday
If you really gettinʼ money, take that girl out the country
She like niggas thatʼs fun, takinʼ shots, gettinʼ blunted
Iʼll Do whatever for your love, it ainʼt no leavinʼ me
Spend a million in a month, who gonʼ compete with me?
I might take her to Paris, fly out her whole family
He rented a yacht and took her to Miami

Listen, listen, listen, I love Miami
But she donʼt wanna Go no more
She donʼt wanna Go no more
ʼCause itʼs not the same
Times changed
Oh, how the times change
She donʼt wanna Go no more
She donʼt wanna Go no more
Sheʼs a passport junkie
Takinʼ trips out the country
Takinʼ trips out the country
Oh, how the times change
ʼCause itʼs not the same
Oh, how the times change (Ayy, listen)
She donʼt wanna Go no more
(If you ainʼt got no bag, you canʼt even bag her,
you know what Iʼm talkinʼ ʼbout)
She donʼt wanna Go no more (Oh, youngin)
Out her gettinʼ it man,
two-hundred dollar hotel rooms and shit,
used to be the shit, no sir
Oh, how the times change
If you ainʼt got no bag, man, focus on yourself, man
If you ainʼt got no paper, man, focus on yourself, man
Passport Junkie - Rod Wave, ukulele chords
