[Nicki Minaj]
F#     G#             Bbm
It all comes down to this
       C#                F#
I miss your morning kiss
        G#               Bbm
I won't lie, I'm feeling it
            B                       F#
You're gone now, and I'm missing it
        G#           Bbm
I'm so dumb, I must admit
         C#                F#
It's too much, to hold it in
        G#                Bbm
I can't say no more than this
       B                         F#
I just hope your heart hear me now
               G#              Bbm
Gotta let you know, how I'm feeling
            C#                   F#
You own my heart, he just renting
           G#          Bbm
Don't turn away, pay attention
                B
I'm pouring out my heart, oh boy

[Hook]
F#          G#     Bbm C#
I, I'm not livin' life
                F#
I'm not livin' right
G#                  Bbm              B
I'm not livin', if you're not by my side

Ohhhhhh (2x)

[Chris Brown]
F#         G#               Bbm
Let's meet at our favorite spot
             C#                         F#
You know the one, right around the block
              G#                      Bbm
From the nice place that you love to shop
            B  F#
Can you get away?
G#                       Bbm
Girl just sit down, let's talk it out
C#                    F#
One on one, without a crowd
        G#                        Bbm
I wanna hold your hand, make ya laugh again
     B               F#
I need to be near you
              G#             Bbm
Gotta let you know, how I'm feeling
       C#                              F#
You own my heart, and she's just renting
           G#           Bbm
Don't turn away, pay attention
                     B
I'm pouring out my heart girl

[Hook]

Ponte:
F#           G#
I can't eat, I, I, I, I
Bbm            C#
I can't sleep, I, I, I, I
F#           G#
What I need, I, I, I, I
Bbm            B
Is you right by my side, I(x2)

[Nicki Minaj]

( F# G# Bbm C# )

( F# G# Bbm B )

It ain't your spit game, it's your dick game
That got me walkin' round ready to wear your big chain
I only argue with him when the Lakers on
Other than that I'm gettin' my Marc Jacobs on
Pussy game so cold, that he always seem to come back
Cause he know that it be a rap, when I'm ridin' it from the back
Wait, oh, let me see your phone, cause all them bitches is ratchet
Don't let me get in my truck, cause all them bitches will catch it
Wait, damn, there I go again
I be trippin', I be flippin', I be so belligerent
Man the shit that we be fighting over so irrelevant
I don't even remember, though I was probably hella bent

[Hook]

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