Intro: Trouble 
Abm 
Let do it 
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Money man 
Abm 
D           Dbm 
Go get your money man, go get that 
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Go for that shit now, go get your money man 
Mike Will Made-it bitch 

Pre-Chorus Trouble 
Abm 
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Ounces in my motherfucking pantry 
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Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing 
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Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses 
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Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty 
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Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat 
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Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me 
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Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that 
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I could put you frontline, just bring it back 


[Refrão]
 
D             Dbm 
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah 
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Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah 
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Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack 
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Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back 

verse 1: Trouble 
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Yeah, tryna show me that she 'bout it 
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'Bout it, 'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah 
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Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she 'bout it 
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I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner though 
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The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly 
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As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie 
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Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie 
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I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie 
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Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood 
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But you ain't no motherfucking good 
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Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing 
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Know you fucking with a real one though, no question 
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Partna you gon' get spent on all that flexing 
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So many of us shooting you straight, ain't no pressure 
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Hating on that man won't do you no blessing 
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Tryna teach a young nigga flexing 
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Wanna go to war, but you ain't got no money 
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Worry 'bout these hoes and you ain't got no money 
D           Dbm    Abm 
Mike Will Made-It 
D             Dbm 
Big Trouble, baby 

Pre-Chorus Trouble 
Abm 
D           Dbm            Abm 
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry 
D             Dbm            Abm 
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing 
D                Dbm                  Abm 
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses 
D                 Dbm                Abm 
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty 
D                   Dbm         Abm 
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat 
D                   Dbm          Abm 
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me 
D                    Dbm            Abm 
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that 
D                   Dbm          Abm 
I could put you frontline, just bring it back 


[Refrão]

Eb7 
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah 
Eb7 
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah 
Eb7 
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack 
Eb7 
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back 

verse 2: Drake 
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Yeah, I don't play no games boy, I'm at your head 
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All about the family, niggas took the pledge 
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Now you gotta own up to that shit you said 
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You can't push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge 
N.C. 
Hit the gas and we outta there 
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Do it for the six because we started there 
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I got a girl that used to ride around with 'Pac an' them 
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I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then 
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Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch 
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Extra million just to see the Maybach drop 
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Crest white smile on my face 
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Once I get to snapping ain't nobody safe 
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Reality gon' hit ya or we gon' hit ya 
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Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya 
D          Dbm 
Mike WiLL Made-It 
Abm 
D      Dbm 
Me and Big Trouble baby 

Pre-Chorus Trouble 
Abm 
D           Dbm            Abm 
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry 
D             Dbm            Abm 
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing 
D                Dbm                  Abm 
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses 
D                 Dbm                Abm 
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty 
D                   Dbm         Abm 
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat 
D                   Dbm          Abm 
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me 
D                    Dbm            Abm 
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that 
D                   Dbm          Abm 
I could put you frontline, just bring it back 


[Refrão]

D             Dbm 
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah 
Abm                            D       Dbm 
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah 
Abm                                   D     Dbm 
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack 
             Abm                                D                 Dbm 
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back