[Nicki Minaj]
F#5     G#5             Bb5
It all comes down to this
       C#5                F#5
I miss your morning kiss
        G#5               Bb5
I won't lie, I'm feeling it
            B5                       F#5
You're gone now, and I'm missing it
        G#5           Bb5
I'm so dumb, I must admit
         C#5                F#5
It's too much, to hold it in
        G#5                Bb5
I can't say no more than this
       B5                         F#5
I just hope your heart hear me now
               G#5              Bb5
Gotta let you know, how I'm feeling
            C#5                   F#5
You own my heart, he just renting
           G#5          Bb5
Don't turn away, pay attention
                B5
I'm pouring out my heart, oh boy

[Hook]
F#5          G#5     Bb5 C#5
I, I'm not livin' life
                F#5
I'm not livin' right
G#5                  Bb5              B5
I'm not livin', if you're not by my side

Ohhhhhh (2x)

[Chris Brown]
F#5         G#5               Bb5
Let's meet at our favorite spot
             C#5                         F#5
You know the one, right around the block
              G#5                      Bb5
From the nice place that you love to shop
            B5  F#5
Can you get away?
G#5                       Bb5
Girl just sit down, let's talk it out
C#5                    F#5
One on one, without a crowd
        G#5                        Bb5
I wanna hold your hand, make ya laugh again
     B5               F#5
I need to be near you
              G#5             Bb5
Gotta let you know, how I'm feeling
       C#5                              F#5
You own my heart, and she's just renting
           G#5           Bb5
Don't turn away, pay attention
                     B5
I'm pouring out my heart girl

[Hook]

Ponte:
F#5           G#5
I can't eat, I, I, I, I
Bb5            C#5
I can't sleep, I, I, I, I
F#5           G#5
What I need, I, I, I, I
Bb5            B5
Is you right by my side, I(x2)

[Nicki Minaj]

( F#5 G#5 Bb5 C#5 )

( F#5 G#5 Bb5 B5 )

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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