Chords for Famous Dex - Pick It Up feat. A$AP Rocky [Official Video]

Tempo:
133.55 bpm
Chords used:

Fm

C

Eb

Em

Bm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Famous Dex - Pick It Up feat. A$AP Rocky [Official Video] chords
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[C] [Bm] [C] Hey, yo, big bro, you fuck with that?
[Em] Oh, okay, cool.
[C] Give me that, [Em] or is my fucking brother in there?
Idiot.
Next time.
[Am] Yeah.
[N] Yeah.
What?
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, bro.
Baby girl, watch how you move.
What?
I got the missiles on my shoes, bitch.
Are you?
I pop up and then I lose.
What?
Speed it up.
Eek.
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up.
Eek.
Every two inches, I eat it up.
What?
They thinkin' I'm wife and then eat it up.
Oh, wait.
Next time. Next time.
What? What?
Sipping that wap, yeah, I go to the top Bustin' yo' b**s like a clock, ooh
She like to s**t on my clock [Fm] I get that money, don't stop, that's her
[Eb] [Fm] I know you like this beat too, [N] but you a f**kin' goofy though
But wait, work around, work around, work around town
I'm just, what's a clown?
Too many yo' b**s, watch I drown
I love my b**s for the pounds
Wait, I'll fuse your ears right on my clothes
Bad b**ch, yeah, watch it do code
Broke as hell, used to sleep on the floor I never do it no more
Ooh, selling you broke is no joke Ooh, I used to kick in that dope
Wait, now I'm selling all the shows While I'm always been here right on my clothes
Hold up, mama, you sweet, yeah
I'm bad b**ch for the week
Get her off, now, let's see Geekin'
Gotta be a free-er, [Fm] we shoot for the week And Dexter
You know what I'm saying?
[Cm] Like, no, no, no, we only can chill for the weekend
You gotta go
[Bb] I'm one of the prettiest motherf**kers that ever been in the Dexter
[N] Order B, long
Color orange, mingle label, rotary, long
In my old school Mercedes, smoke OG, grown
When I'm Californicating, I got three phones
Business, conversation, and relation
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a minute
Made a tick, jack in my wrist
Nothing was fake on my wrist
Four finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist
Talk to the hand
Don't want no results to the hand
Put the face, say to the fist
I'm Rick James, [Fm] b**ch
Ha, funny as sh**
I'm fit for the time, silk on the ticks
Go back to the pad, watch this, it's like I'm on a flix
[N] Speed it up, speed it up, speed it up
Just in the track, then I beat it
Acne, my jacket from Sweden
My chick throwin' exactly no English
They ain't about that ice and no beef
Might as well go back to vegan
My sh** might go platinum for sweet
Play the sh** back and repeat it
Word around, word em out, word around town
You the one doin' all the murder round town
Pullin' up, shootin' like the bird of downtown
Shoot it like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin' and whippin' and whippin' the wrist
I'm f**kin' your b**ch and I'm boppin' your grits
I only tell stories of tuckin' [Ab] the kids
So how in the f**k can they f**k with the kid?
Ha, funny as sh**
[Eb] Was missin' a [Fm] bit, I'm back in my bag
Back to the pad, watch as he slap on the flix
[Eb] [Fm]
[N]
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Fm
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C
3211
Eb
12341116
Em
121
Bm
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Fm
123111111
C
3211
Eb
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Learn the basic chords of Famous Dex - (feat. A$AP Rocky) Pick It Up chords, with this master sequence: Eb, Fm, N, Fm, Cm, Bb, N, Bm, C, Em and C. A good strategy is to initiate at 66 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 134 BPM. Considering your vocal pitch and chord choices, adjust the capo in accordance with the key: Gb Minor.

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[C] _ _ _ [Bm] _ [C] Hey, yo, big bro, you fuck with that?
_ [Em] _ Oh, okay, cool.
[C] Give me that, [Em] or is my fucking brother in there?
_ Idiot.
Next time.
[Am] Yeah.
_ [N] Yeah.
What?
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, bro.
Baby girl, watch how you move.
What?
I got the missiles on my shoes, bitch.
Are you?
I pop up and then I lose.
What?
Speed it up.
Eek.
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up.
Eek.
Every two inches, I eat it up.
What?
They thinkin' I'm wife and then eat it up.
Oh, wait.
Next time. Next time.
What? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ What?
Sipping that wap, yeah, I go to the top Bustin' yo' b**s like a clock, ooh
She like to s**t on my clock [Fm] I get that money, don't stop, that's her _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] [Fm] I know you like this beat too, [N] but you a f**kin' goofy though
But wait, work around, work around, work around town
I'm just, what's a clown?
Too many yo' b**s, watch I drown
I love my b**s for the pounds
Wait, I'll fuse your ears right on my clothes
Bad b**ch, yeah, watch it do code
Broke as hell, used to sleep on the floor I never do it no more
Ooh, selling you broke is no joke Ooh, I used to kick in that dope
Wait, now I'm selling all the shows While I'm always been here right on my clothes
Hold up, mama, you sweet, yeah
I'm bad b**ch for the week
Get her off, now, let's see Geekin'
Gotta be a free-er, [Fm] we shoot for the week And Dexter
You know what I'm saying?
[Cm] Like, no, no, no, we only can chill for the weekend
You gotta go
[Bb] I'm one of the prettiest motherf**kers that ever been in the Dexter
[N] Order B, long
Color orange, mingle label, rotary, long
In my old school Mercedes, smoke OG, grown
When I'm Californicating, I got three phones
Business, conversation, and relation
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a minute
Made a tick, jack in my wrist
Nothing was fake on my wrist
Four finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist
Talk to the hand
Don't want no results to the hand
Put the face, say to the fist
I'm Rick James, _ [Fm] b**ch
Ha, funny as sh**
I'm fit for the time, silk on the ticks
Go back to the pad, watch this, it's like I'm on a flix
[N] Speed it up, speed it up, speed it up
Just in the track, then I beat it
Acne, my jacket from Sweden
My chick throwin' exactly no English
They ain't about that ice and no beef
Might as well go back to vegan
My sh** might go platinum for sweet
Play the sh** back and repeat it
Word around, word em out, word around town
You the one doin' all the murder round town
Pullin' up, shootin' like the bird of downtown
Shoot it like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin' and whippin' and whippin' the wrist
I'm f**kin' your b**ch and I'm boppin' your grits
I only tell stories of tuckin' [Ab] the kids
So how in the f**k can they f**k with the kid?
Ha, funny as sh**
[Eb] Was missin' a [Fm] bit, I'm back in my bag
Back to the pad, watch as he slap on the flix
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[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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