Chords for Famous Dex ft. A$AP Rocky - Pick It Up (Bass Boosted)

Tempo:
136.2 bpm
Chords used:

C#

F#

E

D

C#m

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Famous Dex ft. A$AP Rocky - Pick It Up (Bass Boosted) chords
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[Fm] Hey, yo, big bro, you fuckin' with that?
Ha, okay, good.
My fuckin' brother right there.
He there.
Dexter.
Ooh, wait.
[C#m] Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, bro.
Every girl watch [D] how you move.
I got them dicks on my shoes.
I pop up, get it, I lose.
[C#m] Speed it up.
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up.
[E] Grab me two bitches, I beat it up.
They thinkin' I'm wife and they leadin' up.
Oh, wait.
[D] Pints in, call a bride.
My brother pull like a socket.
He can just say, yeah, I [E] got him.
Open the safe, you can't [A#m] lock it.
Sip in that, walk, yeah, I broke [D] through the top.
Bustin' your bitch like a clock.
[C#m] Ooh, she like to sit [C#] on my clock.
I [F#] get that money, [C#] no stop.
Dexter.
You know what I'm sayin'?
[G#] I [C] know you like this beat, too, but you a fuckin' goofy, though.
Oh, [Dm] wait.
Word around, word around, word around [F#] town.
I heard this boy [F] was a clown.
Told me your bitch was a [E] drown.
[F#] I love my bro for the pounds.
Oh, wait.
I'll fuse your ears right on my clothes.
Bad bitch, [D] yeah, watch her do [C#] coke.
Bro can see her, you should sleep [E] on the floor.
I never do it no more. Oh, wait.
[N] Telling you, bro, it's no joke.
I used to kick in that dope.
Wait, now I'm selling, now it shows.
I love all rich bitty right on my [C#] clothes.
Hold up, mama, you sweet.
A bad bitch, [E] Puerto Rican.
[C#] Get her out, momma, she geeking.
I'll be on [F#] free every shit for the [C#] week.
And Dexter.
You know what I'm sayin'?
[D#] Like, no, no, no.
We only get chill [C] for the week here.
You gotta go.
[D] I'm one of the prettiest motherfuckers that ever been in the country. Dexter.
Order [C#] B, go.
[E] Color armors, mingle [C] label, rotary, go.
[E] In my [F#] old school [Dm] Mercedes, [C#] fuck OG, go.
[F#] When I'm Californicating, [D] I got three phones.
Business [F#] conversation, [C#m] own relation.
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a minute.
Ate a tick, checkin' my wrist.
Nothing was fake on my [C#] wrist.
No finger ring on my hand.
Say what you see to my [D] wrist.
Talk to the hand, don't want no results to the hand.
With the face, ate it at best.
I'm Rick James, bitch.
[Fm] Funny as shit.
I'm fit for the time, so on the ticks.
Go back to the pen, watch the slap on the [A] flicks.
Uh, speed it up, speed it up, speed it.
[F#] Uh, just sent a check and I beat it.
Uh, [N] acne my chicken from Sweden.
Uh, my chick throwin' exactly no English.
Uh, they ain't buy that X and no beef.
Uh, might as well go back to vegan.
Uh, my shit might go platinum for sweet.
Uh, play the shit back and repeat it.
Uh, word around, word I'm out, word around town.
New one, doing all the murder round town.
Pulling up, shoot him like the bird of [C#m] downtown.
Shoot him like the birdie cause they all fly south.
Whippin' and whippin' and whippin' the wrist.
I'm fucking your bitch and I'm bopping your crits.
I only tell Soby to tuck in the kids.
[F#] So how in the [Fm] fuck can they fuck with the kid?
Ha, funny shit.
Was missing a bit, I'm back in my bag.
Back to the pad, watch the Z's slap on the flicks.
[C#] [F#]
[C#] [E]
[F#] [E] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [E]
[F#] [E] [C#] [E]
[C#] [E]
[F#] [C#]
[E] [C#]
[F#] [C#] [C] [D#]
I'm [N]
back in my bag.
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_ [Fm] Hey, yo, big bro, you fuckin' with that?
Ha, okay, good.
My fuckin' brother right there.
He there.
Dexter. _
Ooh, wait.
[C#m] Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, bro.
Every girl watch [D] how you move.
I got them dicks on my shoes.
I pop up, get it, I lose.
[C#m] Speed it up.
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up.
[E] Grab me two bitches, I beat it up.
They thinkin' I'm wife and they leadin' up.
Oh, wait.
[D] Pints in, call a bride.
My brother pull like a socket.
He can just say, yeah, I [E] got him.
Open the safe, you can't [A#m] lock it.
Sip in that, walk, yeah, I broke [D] through the top.
Bustin' your bitch like a clock.
[C#m] Ooh, she like to sit [C#] on my clock.
I [F#] get that money, [C#] no stop.
Dexter.
You know what I'm sayin'?
[G#] I _ _ [C] know you like this beat, too, but you a fuckin' goofy, though.
Oh, [Dm] wait.
Word around, word around, word around [F#] town.
I heard this boy [F] was a clown.
Told me your bitch was a [E] drown.
[F#] I love my bro for the pounds.
Oh, wait.
I'll fuse your ears right on my clothes.
Bad bitch, [D] yeah, watch her do [C#] coke.
Bro can see her, you should sleep [E] on the floor.
I never do it no more. Oh, wait.
[N] Telling you, bro, it's no joke.
I used to kick in that dope.
Wait, now I'm selling, now it shows.
I love all rich bitty right on my [C#] clothes.
Hold up, mama, you sweet.
A bad bitch, [E] Puerto Rican.
[C#] Get her out, momma, she geeking.
I'll be on [F#] free every shit for the [C#] week.
And Dexter.
You know what I'm sayin'?
[D#] Like, no, no, no.
We only get chill [C] for the week here.
You gotta go.
[D] I'm one of the prettiest motherfuckers that ever been in the country. Dexter.
Order [C#] B, go.
[E] Color armors, mingle [C] label, rotary, go.
[E] In my [F#] old school [Dm] Mercedes, [C#] fuck OG, go.
[F#] When I'm Californicating, [D] I got three phones.
Business [F#] conversation, [C#m] own relation.
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a minute.
Ate a tick, checkin' my wrist.
Nothing was fake on my [C#] wrist.
No finger ring on my hand.
Say what you see to my [D] wrist.
Talk to the hand, don't want no results to the hand.
With the face, ate it at best.
I'm Rick James, bitch.
[Fm] _ _ _ Funny as shit.
I'm fit for the time, so on the ticks.
Go back to the pen, watch the slap on the [A] flicks.
Uh, speed it up, speed it up, speed it.
[F#] Uh, just sent a check and I beat it.
Uh, [N] acne my chicken from Sweden.
Uh, my chick throwin' exactly no English.
Uh, they ain't buy that X and no beef.
Uh, might as well go back to vegan.
Uh, my shit might go platinum for sweet.
Uh, play the shit back and repeat it.
Uh, word around, word I'm out, word around town.
New one, doing all the murder round town.
Pulling up, shoot him like the bird of [C#m] downtown.
Shoot him like the birdie cause they all fly south.
Whippin' and whippin' and whippin' the wrist.
I'm fucking your bitch and I'm bopping your crits.
I only tell Soby to tuck in the kids.
[F#] So how in the [Fm] fuck can they fuck with the kid?
Ha, funny shit.
Was missing a bit, I'm back in my bag.
Back to the pad, watch the Z's slap on the flicks. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#] _ [E] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
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[F#] _ [E] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [E] _ _
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[F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D#] _
I'm [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ back in my bag. _ _ _