Trap Queen Acoustic chords by Fetty Wap

Standard Tuning
Capo 5

Modified from JoannexxKim's version

[Verse 1:]
             Em
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
        Am             C
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
       D              Em
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
        Am              C
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
         D               Em
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
       C            Am
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
        C              Em
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
       Am           C
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
     D           Em
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
          Am             C
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
       D             Em
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
      Am              C
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
         D              Em
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

[Hook 2x:]
     Am
And I get high with my baby
C                 D          Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
     Am
And I can ride with my baby
C              D           Em
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah


[Verse 2:]
      Em              Am
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
         C         D
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
         Em            Am
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
      C               D
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
      Em            Am
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
    C             D
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
   Em
How far can your Benz go?
Am                 C
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
    D             Em
If you checking out my pockets hol' up


[Hook 2x:]
     Am
And I get high with my baby
C                 D          Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
     Am
And I can ride with my baby
C              D           Em
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah


[Verse 1:]
             Em
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
        Am             C
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
       D              Em
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
        Am              C
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
         D               Em
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
       C            Am
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
        C              Em
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
       Am           C
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
     D           Em
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
          Am             C
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
       D             Em
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
      Am              C
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
         D              Em
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

       Em                Am
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
      D              Em
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
        Am            C
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
           D              Em
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing