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Cardi B - Thru Your Phone 
 
The notes for this little arpeggio  
are contained in the chord changes,  
specifically: 
| a c d | e a c | c e g | e a c | 
 
[Intro] 
F Dm7 Am C 
F  Dm7  D7sus4  Am  C 
 
[Verse] 
Look 
        F 
I just want to break up all your shit 
Dm7            D7sus4       Am 
Call your mama phone, let her know that she raised a bitch 
 C (stop) N.C. 
Then dial tone, click 
           F 
And fuck your little fake ass friends 
        Dm7        D7sus4 
Come around acting like they my bros 
       Am 
I seen y'all little group texts 
           C 
Where you all like to brag about your hoes 
      F 
And you can tell your little bitch 
         Dm7        D7sus4 
I screenshotted all her naked pics 
          Am 
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man? 
         C         C (stop) 
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'gram? 
 
 
[Verse] 
N.C.       F             Dm7           D7sus4 
Little bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus 
 
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers 
Am 
Smash your TV from Best Buy 
C 
You gon' turn me into into Left Eye 
F 
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy 
Dm7              D7sus4 
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me 
  Am 
I'm holding back everything that's inside of me 
C (stop) N.C. 
How you all fuckin' with bitches that follow me? 
 
[Bridge] 
F          Dm7        Dm       Am 
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out 
            C 
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping) 
   C/G 
You sleeping like a baby 
F      Dm7     Dm     Am 
Everyone was right about you now, and 
           C            C/G 
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping) 
 
[Chorus] 
           F      F6 Dm7 
I went through your phone last night 
    Dm       Am      Asus4 C6 C 
I went through your phone last night 
       F       F6 Dm7 
Saw some things I didn't like 
    Dm       Am          Asus4 C6 
I went through your phone last night 
    C 
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh 
 
[Verse] 
F                Dm7 
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios 
Am            C 
Beyoncé on my stereo, resentment on repeat 
   F             Dm7 (stop) 
I'mma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach 
Am                           C (stop) 
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit" 
N.C.    F 
Look did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah? 
          Dm7             Dm 
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar? 
 Am 
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches 
C 
You don't even cheat with no bad bitches 
 
[Verse] 
F 
This shit is eating me, you sleeping peacefully 
Dm7              Dm 
Getting more mad at you, thinking 'bout stabbing you 
Am 
Don't even know that you this close to dying 
C (stop) N.C. 
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?" 
 
[Bridge] 
F          Dm7        Dm       Am 
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out 
             C 
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping) 
   C/G 
You sleeping like a baby 
F      Dm7     Dm     Am 
Everyone was right about you now, and 
            C        C/G 
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping) 
 
[Chorus] 
           F      F6 Dm7 
I went through your phone last night 
    Dm       Am          Asus4 C 
I went through your phone last night 
C/G       F       F6 Dm7 
Saw some things I didn't like 
    Dm       Am          Asus4 
I went through your phone last night 
    C 
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh 
 
    F 
It's killing me 
    Dm7                 Dm 
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh 
    Am 
It's killing me 
    C 
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh 
    F 
It's killing me 
    Dm7                 Dm 
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh 
    Am          C 
It's killing me 
 
[Chorus] 
           F      F6 Dm7 
I went through your phone last night 
    Dm       Am          Asus4 C 
I went through your phone last night 
C/G       F       F6 Dm7 
Saw some things I didn't like 
    Dm       Am          Asus4 
I went through your phone last night 
    C (stop) 
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh