Trap Queen chords by Fetty Wap

Original- No capo

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

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


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


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


[Verse 1 Repeat]

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


Dm F G
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