Trap Queen chords by Ed Sheeran

Ed Sheeran & The Roots cover of Fetty Wap's "Trap Queen"

Tuning: all strings down a whole step (D-G-C-F-A-D)**

All chords relative to tuning (for concert pitch, transpose down a whole step)

Chords used in song:
e|---4----0----2-----4------2----|
B|---4----0----2-----4------2----|
G|---4----1----3-----6------4----|
D|---6----2----4-----6------4----|
A|---6----2----4-----4------2----|
E|---4----0----2-----------------|
    G#m   E    F#  C#sus2  Bsus2

Intro:
G#m   E   F#   C#sus2

G#m   E   F#   C#sus2
       1738

[Verse 1:]
(C#sus2)                    G#m
I'm like, "Hey, what up? Hello."
            E                                  F#
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              C#sus2                      G#m
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
        E                                  F#
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
            C#sus2                              G#m
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
        E                             F#
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
      C#sus2                                 G#m
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go
        E                               F#
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
    C#sus2                          G#m
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
        E                                      F#
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole
        C#sus2                          G#m
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
     E                                   F#
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
        C#sus2                               E
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go


[Hook:]
(E)   G#m
  And I get high with my baby
F#                        Bsus2                     E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
    G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#                  Bsus2                      E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
    G#m
And I get high with my baby
F#                        Bsus2                     E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
    G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#                  Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby


[Verse 2:]
        G#m                    E
Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
             F#              C#sus2
I might just snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
             G#m                    E
I might just snatch up a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
          F#                            C#sus2
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
        G#m               E
And I'm off in the bando, with a 'nero that can't go
     F#                         C#sus2
Remy boys got the stamp though, countin up bands though
    G#m
How far can your bands go?
E                                   F#
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
C#sus2                                  E
If you checking for my pockets I'm like


[Hook:]
(E)    G#m
   And I get high with my baby
F#                        Bsus2                     E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
    G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#                  Bsus2                      E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
    G#m
And I get high with my baby
F#                        Bsus2                     E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
    G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#                  Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby


[Verse 1:]
          G#m
Like, "Hello."
            E                                  F#
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              C#sus2                      G#m
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
        E                                  F#
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
            C#sus2                              G#m
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
        E                             F#
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
      C#sus2                                 G#m
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go
        E                               F#
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
    C#sus2                          G#m
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
        E                                      F#
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole
        C#sus2                          G#m
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
     E                                   F#
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
        C#sus2                               G#m
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go

(G#m) E                                      F#
I be smoking dope, you know Backwoods what I roll
     C#sus2                             G#m
Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
         E                                F#
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
     C#sus2
Remy Boyz or nothing, Remy Remy Boys or


[Hook:]
E     G#m
  And I get high with my baby
F#                        Bsus2                     E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
    G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#                  Bsus2                      E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
    G#m
And I get high with my baby
F#                        Bsus2                     E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
    G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#                  Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

E  G#m   F#  Bsus2     E
      1738,         1738
G#m                     F#
   Got a sack for us to roll
Bsus2    E