Chords for A$AP ROCKY - F**kin' Problems ft. Drake, 2 Chainz, Kendrick Lamar
Tempo:
95.8 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Abm
Gb
Bbm
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
I love bad bitches, [Gb] that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like the fuck, I [Abm] got a fuckin'
problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [Bb] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I [Abm] like the fuck, I got a fuckin'
problem
They findin' somebody real, [N] that's a fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can sell them
Hold up, bitches in my dime, [B] takin' hella long, bitch
Give it to me now, make that thing pop [N] like it's semi-overnight
Ooh, maybe like it raw with the shimmy shimmy wine
[Ab] H-Dad, you get [Eb] like me, never [Bb] met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these [Gm] motherfuckers [Ebm] wanna dress like me
But the chrome [Db] kinky don't make you sweat like me
Cause [Bb] I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, like how you figure
Gettin' biggers [Abm] and fuckin' bitches, she [Ab] rollin' stitches for her bitches
I roll my niggas, they gettin' burned up off [Cm] the liquor
[Bb] She love my licorice, I let [Fm] her lick it
[N] They say money make a nigga act, nigga [Ab] rich
But Lisa nigga, nigga rich
I be [Bbm] fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a [Dbm] dyke bitch out, have a fuckin' board
[Bb] I love bad bitches, that's [Gb] my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' [Bb] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got [Db] a fuckin' [Bbm] problem
You're findin' somebody real, that's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to [N] the crib, make me fuck your soul
Oh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you been leadin' on
Make me think [G] about all of the rappers I been feedin' on
Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' [N] on
Oh, word, ain't hurt my album who you sleepin' on
You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along
Ain't a fuckin' sing-along unless you brought the weed along
And just, okay, I did
And just drop down and get your ego on
Lord, we can stay up at the stars and put the beaters on
All the shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga, I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' from my head, then motherfuckin' get the bussin'
Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't [Bb] for the long-talkin'-out beats
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And [E] yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [Abm] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
[Bb] I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And [Gb] yeah, I like the [Db] fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
If you findin' somebody [N] real, it's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girl to the crib, maybe we get this out
Yeah, ho, this the [Bbm] finale
My pep talk, turn it to a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside the valley
Now vacated in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali
Got the girl on my line, world on my line The irony, I fuck em at the same damn time
She irony like a [N] nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want that dick
Girl, [Gb] I'm Kendrick Lamar AKA Vince, it's 2 [Bbm] me, just take off
That mean your friends need to be up to par See my [C] standards, I'll be on put by [Abm] 3 some
tomorrow [N] Kill em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Lily, holla, perry, [Bb] holla, booyah, holla, back, al-lu-ya PEACE
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like the fuck, [Abm] I got a fuckin'
problem I love bad bitches, that my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
[Bb] And [Ebm] yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [F] problem
[N] If you're findin' somebody real, it's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, baby, get this out
[Gb] [Bb] [Bbm] [Ab]
I love bad bitches, [Gb] that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like the fuck, I [Abm] got a fuckin'
problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [Bb] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I [Abm] like the fuck, I got a fuckin'
problem
They findin' somebody real, [N] that's a fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can sell them
Hold up, bitches in my dime, [B] takin' hella long, bitch
Give it to me now, make that thing pop [N] like it's semi-overnight
Ooh, maybe like it raw with the shimmy shimmy wine
[Ab] H-Dad, you get [Eb] like me, never [Bb] met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these [Gm] motherfuckers [Ebm] wanna dress like me
But the chrome [Db] kinky don't make you sweat like me
Cause [Bb] I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, like how you figure
Gettin' biggers [Abm] and fuckin' bitches, she [Ab] rollin' stitches for her bitches
I roll my niggas, they gettin' burned up off [Cm] the liquor
[Bb] She love my licorice, I let [Fm] her lick it
[N] They say money make a nigga act, nigga [Ab] rich
But Lisa nigga, nigga rich
I be [Bbm] fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a [Dbm] dyke bitch out, have a fuckin' board
[Bb] I love bad bitches, that's [Gb] my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' [Bb] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got [Db] a fuckin' [Bbm] problem
You're findin' somebody real, that's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to [N] the crib, make me fuck your soul
Oh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you been leadin' on
Make me think [G] about all of the rappers I been feedin' on
Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' [N] on
Oh, word, ain't hurt my album who you sleepin' on
You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along
Ain't a fuckin' sing-along unless you brought the weed along
And just, okay, I did
And just drop down and get your ego on
Lord, we can stay up at the stars and put the beaters on
All the shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga, I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' from my head, then motherfuckin' get the bussin'
Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't [Bb] for the long-talkin'-out beats
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And [E] yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [Abm] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
[Bb] I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And [Gb] yeah, I like the [Db] fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
If you findin' somebody [N] real, it's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girl to the crib, maybe we get this out
Yeah, ho, this the [Bbm] finale
My pep talk, turn it to a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside the valley
Now vacated in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali
Got the girl on my line, world on my line The irony, I fuck em at the same damn time
She irony like a [N] nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want that dick
Girl, [Gb] I'm Kendrick Lamar AKA Vince, it's 2 [Bbm] me, just take off
That mean your friends need to be up to par See my [C] standards, I'll be on put by [Abm] 3 some
tomorrow [N] Kill em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Lily, holla, perry, [Bb] holla, booyah, holla, back, al-lu-ya PEACE
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like the fuck, [Abm] I got a fuckin'
problem I love bad bitches, that my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
[Bb] And [Ebm] yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [F] problem
[N] If you're findin' somebody real, it's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, baby, get this out
[Gb] [Bb] [Bbm] [Ab]
Key:
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Abm
Gb
Bbm
Ab
Bb
Abm
Gb
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_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ I love bad bitches, [Gb] that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like the fuck, I [Abm] got a fuckin'
problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [Bb] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I [Abm] like the fuck, I got a fuckin'
problem
They findin' somebody real, [N] that's a fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can sell them
Hold up, bitches in my dime, [B] takin' hella long, bitch
Give it to me now, make that thing pop [N] like it's semi-overnight
Ooh, maybe like it raw with the shimmy shimmy wine
[Ab] H-Dad, you get [Eb] like me, never [Bb] met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these [Gm] motherfuckers [Ebm] wanna dress like me
But the chrome [Db] kinky don't make you sweat like me
Cause [Bb] I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, like how you figure
Gettin' biggers [Abm] and fuckin' bitches, she [Ab] rollin' stitches for her bitches
I roll my niggas, they gettin' burned up off [Cm] the liquor
[Bb] She love my licorice, I let [Fm] her lick it
[N] They say money make a nigga act, nigga [Ab] rich
But Lisa nigga, nigga rich
I be [Bbm] fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a [Dbm] dyke bitch out, have a fuckin' board
[Bb] I love bad bitches, that's [Gb] my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' [Bb] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got [Db] a fuckin' [Bbm] problem
You're findin' somebody real, that's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to [N] the crib, make me fuck your soul
Oh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you been leadin' on
Make me think [G] about all of the rappers I been feedin' on
Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' [N] on
Oh, word, ain't hurt my album who you sleepin' on
You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along
Ain't a fuckin' sing-along unless you brought the weed along
And just, okay, I did
And just drop down and get your ego on
Lord, we can stay up at the stars and put the beaters on
All the shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga, I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' from my head, then motherfuckin' get the bussin'
Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't [Bb] for the long-talkin'-out beats
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And [E] yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [Abm] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
[Bb] I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And [Gb] yeah, I like the [Db] fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
If you findin' somebody [N] real, it's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girl to the crib, maybe we get this out
Yeah, ho, this the [Bbm] finale
My pep talk, turn it to a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside the valley
Now vacated in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali
Got the girl on my line, world on my line The irony, I fuck em at the same damn time
She irony like a [N] nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want that dick
Girl, [Gb] I'm Kendrick Lamar AKA Vince, it's 2 [Bbm] me, just take off
That mean your friends need to be up to par See my [C] standards, I'll be on put by [Abm] 3 some
tomorrow [N] Kill em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Lily, holla, perry, [Bb] holla, booyah, holla, back, al-lu-ya PEACE
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like the fuck, [Abm] I got a fuckin'
problem I love bad bitches, that my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
[Bb] And _ _ [Ebm] yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [F] problem
[N] If you're findin' somebody real, it's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, baby, get this out
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ I love bad bitches, [Gb] that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like the fuck, I [Abm] got a fuckin'
problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [Bb] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I [Abm] like the fuck, I got a fuckin'
problem
They findin' somebody real, [N] that's a fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can sell them
Hold up, bitches in my dime, [B] takin' hella long, bitch
Give it to me now, make that thing pop [N] like it's semi-overnight
Ooh, maybe like it raw with the shimmy shimmy wine
[Ab] H-Dad, you get [Eb] like me, never [Bb] met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these [Gm] motherfuckers [Ebm] wanna dress like me
But the chrome [Db] kinky don't make you sweat like me
Cause [Bb] I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, like how you figure
Gettin' biggers [Abm] and fuckin' bitches, she [Ab] rollin' stitches for her bitches
I roll my niggas, they gettin' burned up off [Cm] the liquor
[Bb] She love my licorice, I let [Fm] her lick it
[N] They say money make a nigga act, nigga [Ab] rich
But Lisa nigga, nigga rich
I be [Bbm] fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a [Dbm] dyke bitch out, have a fuckin' board
[Bb] I love bad bitches, that's [Gb] my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' [Bb] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got [Db] a fuckin' [Bbm] problem
You're findin' somebody real, that's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to [N] the crib, make me fuck your soul
Oh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you been leadin' on
Make me think [G] about all of the rappers I been feedin' on
Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' [N] on
Oh, word, ain't hurt my album who you sleepin' on
You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along
Ain't a fuckin' sing-along unless you brought the weed along
And just, okay, I did
And just drop down and get your ego on
Lord, we can stay up at the stars and put the beaters on
All the shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga, I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' from my head, then motherfuckin' get the bussin'
Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't [Bb] for the long-talkin'-out beats
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And [E] yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [Abm] problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
[Bb] I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And [Gb] yeah, I like the [Db] fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
If you findin' somebody [N] real, it's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girl to the crib, maybe we get this out
Yeah, ho, this the [Bbm] finale
My pep talk, turn it to a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside the valley
Now vacated in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali
Got the girl on my line, world on my line The irony, I fuck em at the same damn time
She irony like a [N] nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want that dick
Girl, [Gb] I'm Kendrick Lamar AKA Vince, it's 2 [Bbm] me, just take off
That mean your friends need to be up to par See my [C] standards, I'll be on put by [Abm] 3 some
tomorrow [N] Kill em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Lily, holla, perry, [Bb] holla, booyah, holla, back, al-lu-ya PEACE
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like the fuck, [Abm] I got a fuckin'
problem I love bad bitches, that my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
[Bb] And _ _ [Ebm] yeah, I like the fuck, I got a fuckin' [F] problem
[N] If you're findin' somebody real, it's your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, baby, get this out
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _