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

[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

[Chorus: Trouble]
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

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

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

[Chorus: Trouble]
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