Tom: Am
C
Bet my bottom dollar that
You would make my father go
F
Mad like seeing double
C
He'd say your name then he’d call you trouble, oh
C
Don't you worry about
So clean but they'd do you dirty
F
I’m mad for being flirty with you
[Pre-Chorus]
Am G
Heard from a bird that you
F
You're nothing but trouble
F
Just trouble
Am G
Heard from a bird that you
F
You're nothing but trouble
F
Just trouble
[Chorus]
Am G
But I like how low you lay
F
And I let you in my day
'Cause I like the way you call me baby
Am G
Heard from a bird that you
F
You're nothing but trouble
Trouble
[Verse 2]
C
And I'm still picking up the rubble from my last quake
And I was sitting on the shadow coming from my last break
F
Had to take a second look, then a third then etcetera
Fm
He said don't let your eyes get ahead of ya
He called me out
C
And I was blushing like Russians up in the snow
C
I said I'm sorry made my way to the do’
He said no
F
You fly love, I’m gonna call you my thug
You gon' call me yo man
G
They gon’ call me that thug
C
Like, hope plain and simple we would meet every week or two
Light up the reefer tinted window two-seater, ooh
F
I like his meaner demeanor
F
It doesn't mean our
Worlds can't collide right place right time, right?
C
I bet my dollar you'd be hated by my father but
C
Loved by a daughter you could father
I said too much
F
A birdie said you was rough
Might break me up like I was what you put in the dutch but
[Chorus]
Am
I like how low you lay
G
And I let you in my day
F
’Cause I like the way you call me baby
Am G F
Heard from a bird that you you're nothing but trouble
You're just trouble
Am
But I like how low you lay
G
And I let you in my day
F
'Cause I like the way you call me baby
Am
Heard from a bird that you
G F
You're nothing but...
[Outro]
C
Bet my bottom dollar that
C
Bet, bet my bottom dollar that
C
Bet, bet my bottom dollar that
