Bring It Back Guitar Chords Trouble

[Intro: Trouble]
Am
Let do it
 D#    Dm
Money man
Am
D#           Dm
Go get your money man, go get that
Am                    D#              Dm
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch

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

[Chorus: Trouble]
D#             Dm
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Am                            D#       Dm
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Am                                   D#     Dm
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack
             Am                                D#                 Dm
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

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

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

[Chorus: Trouble]
E7
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
E7
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
E7
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack
E7
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

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

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

[Chorus: Trouble]
D#             Dm
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Am                            D#       Dm
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Am                                   D#     Dm
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack
             Am                                D#                 Dm
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back