Chords for A$AP Rocky - Multiply (feat. Juicy J)
Tempo:
112.55 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
C
Ab
G
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab] [G] Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
[Cm] All the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gon' [G] multiply.
All the [Ab] real niggas live.
Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
[Cm]
Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
Fuck [Fm] niggas gon' multiply.
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J.
Man you gotta watch out for these old backstabbing, broke ass, you know what I'm saying, jealous, hatin' ass niggas out here man, you know what I'm saying.
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, you know what I'm saying, niggas be smiling in your face.
Back in the [Cm] building so crackin' and livin' bro niggas toe tacked.
Soap gats for livin', do-rag even red a blue flag in the dinner.
The one you be with be the one that's you, that's you in a minute.
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad.
First place scene a nigga sell crack at.
Real hustlas don't sleep, [Ab] take catnaps.
Shawty with the shawty livin' like she got a bad [Gb] bag, bad bag.
Even [Bm] in my will, keep it real.
Thuggin' in my feel.
To this day I feel, keep it trill.
Anything I feel.
Youngest train to kill.
Aiming, banging steel and slinging krill.
Shake it off with Satan, just to paint the nails and pay up.
[Cm] I ain't really fucking with that Ben Trill.
Swear them niggas booty like Tick Trill.
Nah, I ain't really into [G] throwing shots.
But these motherfuckers better give me my props or the pot.
Who [Cm] the reason that these niggas getting throw?
Reason why you niggas wearing gold jailbows and the bitches spraying fingers to your nose.
I remember if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and these [Bm] niggas.
Even in my will, keep it real.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
[Gb] When [Cm] the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
When the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
You know the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
But if the real niggas live.
Fuck niggas [C] want mugs, [G] bitch.
I'm the original ball man [B] bad ass nigga.
I'm the original Margella mad man.
And the words of A$AP Gaen
[Gb] Smack the shit outta niggas
Skinny [Bm] pants, you feel me?
Don't get it fucked up nigga, we been thick, been pretty.
Still tell a [B] bitch suck my dick
Swag, swag nigga.
[F] Shut [C] the fuck up!
Fuck with a nigga like [G] me, R.I.P my nigga Pimp C.
HBH shit is weak, you can keep [C] that.
[D] Shit I might fuck around and bring the G [C] back.
Red doors on it, flexing with the C [Db]-back.
B-boy [C] with the G-pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back.
We're the [Cm] big boy in three stacks nigga.
If you deaf, bring the beat back nigga.
Fuck with a nigga like me, R.I.P. my nigga Pimp C. HBH shit is weak, you can keep that. I'm a trendsetter, you ain't even meet that. Where the hoes, where the weed, where the G's at? Fuck the [Eb] FCC, tell them bleep that. We ain't no fashion killers nigga, we fashionable [Db] killers. Y'all got blocky. [Eb] Uh, uh, [Abm] yeah. [Bb] Yeah, [B] yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. [C] Three six [Abm] sucker nigga dick, no foreplay. All day, [D] booming out the trap through the hallway. [B] Lil pretty flacko Jody. Tell these fuck niggas how you been. You can close your nine miles, niggas talk about it every now and then. I'm the south, even flare up nine [Em] times out of ten. I got flacko [Bm] fucked up. I'm the motherfucking lord of this fashion shit. Don't I deserve just a brag a bit? Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents. Number one stunner, axe tumbler if I'm accurate. My motherfucking swag is immaculate. Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch. I think back to when pockets jacked and lit. It's like a nigga got rich on accident. Now back to [B] pimp, bitches lie, killers never lie. Drinkers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride. Possible sellers drive through the sky, call it callous drive. Fick, we don't never die, we just [Gb] multiply. Bitch. Yeah. [E] Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm saying? These niggas be out here, talking about they in the [Ab] street nigga and shit man. Niggas be getting distorted like a motherfucker out here man, you know. I'm not down to be a bitch now, [Gbm] and you ain't got nothing. [Ab] I'm not down to be a bitch now, [A] and you ain't got [E] nothing. [N]
[Cm] All the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gon' [G] multiply.
All the [Ab] real niggas live.
Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
[Cm]
Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
Fuck [Fm] niggas gon' multiply.
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J.
Man you gotta watch out for these old backstabbing, broke ass, you know what I'm saying, jealous, hatin' ass niggas out here man, you know what I'm saying.
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, you know what I'm saying, niggas be smiling in your face.
Back in the [Cm] building so crackin' and livin' bro niggas toe tacked.
Soap gats for livin', do-rag even red a blue flag in the dinner.
The one you be with be the one that's you, that's you in a minute.
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad.
First place scene a nigga sell crack at.
Real hustlas don't sleep, [Ab] take catnaps.
Shawty with the shawty livin' like she got a bad [Gb] bag, bad bag.
Even [Bm] in my will, keep it real.
Thuggin' in my feel.
To this day I feel, keep it trill.
Anything I feel.
Youngest train to kill.
Aiming, banging steel and slinging krill.
Shake it off with Satan, just to paint the nails and pay up.
[Cm] I ain't really fucking with that Ben Trill.
Swear them niggas booty like Tick Trill.
Nah, I ain't really into [G] throwing shots.
But these motherfuckers better give me my props or the pot.
Who [Cm] the reason that these niggas getting throw?
Reason why you niggas wearing gold jailbows and the bitches spraying fingers to your nose.
I remember if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and these [Bm] niggas.
Even in my will, keep it real.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
[Gb] When [Cm] the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
When the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
You know the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
But if the real niggas live.
Fuck niggas [C] want mugs, [G] bitch.
I'm the original ball man [B] bad ass nigga.
I'm the original Margella mad man.
And the words of A$AP Gaen
[Gb] Smack the shit outta niggas
Skinny [Bm] pants, you feel me?
Don't get it fucked up nigga, we been thick, been pretty.
Still tell a [B] bitch suck my dick
Swag, swag nigga.
[F] Shut [C] the fuck up!
Fuck with a nigga like [G] me, R.I.P my nigga Pimp C.
HBH shit is weak, you can keep [C] that.
[D] Shit I might fuck around and bring the G [C] back.
Red doors on it, flexing with the C [Db]-back.
B-boy [C] with the G-pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back.
We're the [Cm] big boy in three stacks nigga.
If you deaf, bring the beat back nigga.
Fuck with a nigga like me, R.I.P. my nigga Pimp C. HBH shit is weak, you can keep that. I'm a trendsetter, you ain't even meet that. Where the hoes, where the weed, where the G's at? Fuck the [Eb] FCC, tell them bleep that. We ain't no fashion killers nigga, we fashionable [Db] killers. Y'all got blocky. [Eb] Uh, uh, [Abm] yeah. [Bb] Yeah, [B] yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. [C] Three six [Abm] sucker nigga dick, no foreplay. All day, [D] booming out the trap through the hallway. [B] Lil pretty flacko Jody. Tell these fuck niggas how you been. You can close your nine miles, niggas talk about it every now and then. I'm the south, even flare up nine [Em] times out of ten. I got flacko [Bm] fucked up. I'm the motherfucking lord of this fashion shit. Don't I deserve just a brag a bit? Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents. Number one stunner, axe tumbler if I'm accurate. My motherfucking swag is immaculate. Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch. I think back to when pockets jacked and lit. It's like a nigga got rich on accident. Now back to [B] pimp, bitches lie, killers never lie. Drinkers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride. Possible sellers drive through the sky, call it callous drive. Fick, we don't never die, we just [Gb] multiply. Bitch. Yeah. [E] Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm saying? These niggas be out here, talking about they in the [Ab] street nigga and shit man. Niggas be getting distorted like a motherfucker out here man, you know. I'm not down to be a bitch now, [Gbm] and you ain't got nothing. [Ab] I'm not down to be a bitch now, [A] and you ain't got [E] nothing. [N]
Key:
Cm
C
Ab
G
B
Cm
C
Ab
[Ab] _ [G] _ _ _ Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
[Cm] All the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gon' [G] multiply.
All the [Ab] real niggas live.
Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
[Cm]
Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
Fuck [Fm] niggas gon' multiply.
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J.
Man you gotta watch out for these old backstabbing, broke ass, you know what I'm saying, jealous, hatin' ass niggas out here man, you know what I'm saying.
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, you know what I'm saying, niggas be smiling in your face.
Back in the [Cm] building so crackin' and livin' bro niggas toe tacked.
Soap gats for livin', do-rag even red a blue flag in the dinner.
The one you be with be the one that's you, that's you in a minute.
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad.
First place scene a nigga sell crack at.
Real hustlas don't sleep, [Ab] take catnaps.
Shawty with the shawty livin' like she got a bad [Gb] bag, bad bag.
Even [Bm] in my will, keep it real.
Thuggin' in my feel.
To this day I feel, keep it trill.
Anything I feel.
Youngest train to kill.
Aiming, banging steel and slinging krill.
Shake it off with Satan, just to paint the nails and pay up.
[Cm] I ain't really fucking with that Ben Trill.
Swear them niggas booty like Tick Trill.
Nah, I ain't really into [G] throwing shots.
But these motherfuckers better give me my props or the pot.
Who [Cm] the reason that these niggas getting throw?
Reason why you niggas wearing gold jailbows and the bitches spraying fingers to your nose.
I remember if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and these [Bm] niggas.
Even in my will, keep it real.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
_ [Gb] When [Cm] the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
When the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
You know the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
But if the real niggas live.
Fuck niggas [C] want mugs, [G] bitch.
I'm the original ball man [B] bad ass nigga.
I'm the original Margella mad man.
And the words of A$AP Gaen
[Gb] Smack the shit outta niggas
Skinny [Bm] pants, you feel me?
Don't get it fucked up nigga, we been thick, been pretty.
Still tell a [B] bitch suck my dick
Swag, swag nigga.
[F] Shut [C] the fuck up!
Fuck with a nigga like [G] me, R.I.P my nigga Pimp C.
HBH shit is weak, you can keep [C] that.
[D] Shit I might fuck around and bring the G [C] back.
Red doors on it, flexing with the C [Db]-back.
B-boy [C] with the G-pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back.
We're the [Cm] big boy in three stacks nigga.
If you deaf, bring the beat back nigga.
Fuck with a nigga like me, R.I.P. my nigga Pimp C. HBH shit is weak, you can keep that. I'm a trendsetter, you ain't even meet that. Where the hoes, where the weed, where the G's at? Fuck the [Eb] FCC, tell them bleep that. We ain't no fashion killers nigga, we fashionable [Db] killers. Y'all got blocky. [Eb] _ _ _ Uh, uh, _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] yeah. _ _ _ [Bb] Yeah, _ [B] _ yeah. Yeah, yeah. _ Yeah. _ _ Yeah. _ _ Yeah. [C] Three six [Abm] sucker nigga dick, no foreplay. All day, [D] booming out the trap through the hallway. [B] Lil pretty flacko Jody. Tell these fuck niggas how you been. You can close your nine miles, niggas talk about it every now and then. I'm the south, even flare up nine [Em] times out of ten. I got flacko [Bm] fucked up. I'm the motherfucking lord of this fashion shit. Don't I deserve just a brag a bit? Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents. Number one stunner, axe tumbler if I'm accurate. My motherfucking swag is immaculate. Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch. I think back to when pockets jacked and lit. It's like a nigga got rich on accident. Now back to [B] pimp, bitches lie, killers never lie. Drinkers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride. Possible sellers drive through the sky, call it callous drive. Fick, we don't never die, we just [Gb] multiply. Bitch. Yeah. _ [E] Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm saying? These niggas be out here, talking about they in the [Ab] street nigga and shit man. Niggas be getting distorted like a motherfucker out here man, you know. _ I'm not down to be a bitch now, [Gbm] and you ain't got nothing. _ [Ab] _ _ _ I'm not down to be a bitch now, [A] and you ain't got [E] nothing. _ [N] _ _ _
[Cm] All the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gon' [G] multiply.
All the [Ab] real niggas live.
Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
[Cm]
Fuck niggas gon' multiply.
Fuck [Fm] niggas gon' multiply.
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J.
Man you gotta watch out for these old backstabbing, broke ass, you know what I'm saying, jealous, hatin' ass niggas out here man, you know what I'm saying.
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, you know what I'm saying, niggas be smiling in your face.
Back in the [Cm] building so crackin' and livin' bro niggas toe tacked.
Soap gats for livin', do-rag even red a blue flag in the dinner.
The one you be with be the one that's you, that's you in a minute.
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad.
First place scene a nigga sell crack at.
Real hustlas don't sleep, [Ab] take catnaps.
Shawty with the shawty livin' like she got a bad [Gb] bag, bad bag.
Even [Bm] in my will, keep it real.
Thuggin' in my feel.
To this day I feel, keep it trill.
Anything I feel.
Youngest train to kill.
Aiming, banging steel and slinging krill.
Shake it off with Satan, just to paint the nails and pay up.
[Cm] I ain't really fucking with that Ben Trill.
Swear them niggas booty like Tick Trill.
Nah, I ain't really into [G] throwing shots.
But these motherfuckers better give me my props or the pot.
Who [Cm] the reason that these niggas getting throw?
Reason why you niggas wearing gold jailbows and the bitches spraying fingers to your nose.
I remember if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and these [Bm] niggas.
Even in my will, keep it real.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
To this day I feel.
Even in my will, keep it trill.
_ [Gb] When [Cm] the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
When the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
You know the real niggas die.
Fake niggas gonna multiply.
But if the real niggas live.
Fuck niggas [C] want mugs, [G] bitch.
I'm the original ball man [B] bad ass nigga.
I'm the original Margella mad man.
And the words of A$AP Gaen
[Gb] Smack the shit outta niggas
Skinny [Bm] pants, you feel me?
Don't get it fucked up nigga, we been thick, been pretty.
Still tell a [B] bitch suck my dick
Swag, swag nigga.
[F] Shut [C] the fuck up!
Fuck with a nigga like [G] me, R.I.P my nigga Pimp C.
HBH shit is weak, you can keep [C] that.
[D] Shit I might fuck around and bring the G [C] back.
Red doors on it, flexing with the C [Db]-back.
B-boy [C] with the G-pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back.
We're the [Cm] big boy in three stacks nigga.
If you deaf, bring the beat back nigga.
Fuck with a nigga like me, R.I.P. my nigga Pimp C. HBH shit is weak, you can keep that. I'm a trendsetter, you ain't even meet that. Where the hoes, where the weed, where the G's at? Fuck the [Eb] FCC, tell them bleep that. We ain't no fashion killers nigga, we fashionable [Db] killers. Y'all got blocky. [Eb] _ _ _ Uh, uh, _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] yeah. _ _ _ [Bb] Yeah, _ [B] _ yeah. Yeah, yeah. _ Yeah. _ _ Yeah. _ _ Yeah. [C] Three six [Abm] sucker nigga dick, no foreplay. All day, [D] booming out the trap through the hallway. [B] Lil pretty flacko Jody. Tell these fuck niggas how you been. You can close your nine miles, niggas talk about it every now and then. I'm the south, even flare up nine [Em] times out of ten. I got flacko [Bm] fucked up. I'm the motherfucking lord of this fashion shit. Don't I deserve just a brag a bit? Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents. Number one stunner, axe tumbler if I'm accurate. My motherfucking swag is immaculate. Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch. I think back to when pockets jacked and lit. It's like a nigga got rich on accident. Now back to [B] pimp, bitches lie, killers never lie. Drinkers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride. Possible sellers drive through the sky, call it callous drive. Fick, we don't never die, we just [Gb] multiply. Bitch. Yeah. _ [E] Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm saying? These niggas be out here, talking about they in the [Ab] street nigga and shit man. Niggas be getting distorted like a motherfucker out here man, you know. _ I'm not down to be a bitch now, [Gbm] and you ain't got nothing. _ [Ab] _ _ _ I'm not down to be a bitch now, [A] and you ain't got [E] nothing. _ [N] _ _ _