Trap Queen

 Intro 2x:  G#m   E   F#   C#sus2

Verso 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                  
I just wanna chill, got a sack for 
G#m
us to roll
     E                      F#
Married to the money, introduced her
 to my stove
     C#sus2                     
Showed her how to whip it, now she 
G#m
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                    
Hit the strip club, we be letting 
G#m
bands go
  E                       F#
Everybody hating, we just call them 
fans though
      C#sus2                      
In love with the money, I ain't ever
E
 letting go

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

Verso 2:
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      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#                   
She ain't wanting for nothin' 
C#sus2
because I got her everything
     G#m           E
And Iâ??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       
I just left the mall, I'm getting
          E
 fly with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#              Bsus2            
I be in the kitchen cooking pies 
   E
with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I get high with my baby
F#                   Bsus2       
I just left the mall, I'm getting
          E
 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

Verso 1:
       G#m
Like, "Hello."
      E                      F#
Seen your pretty ass soon as you 
came in that door
         C#sus2                  
I just wanna chill, got a sack for 
G#m
us to roll
     E                      F#
Married to the money, introduced her
 to my stove
     C#sus2                     
Showed her how to whip it, now she 
G#m
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                    
Hit the strip club, we be letting 
G#m
bands go
  E                       F#
Everybody hating, we just call them 
fans though
      C#sus2                      
In love with the money, I ain't 
G#m
ever letting go

(G#m)  E                 
I be smoking dope, you know 
     F#
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       
I just left the mall, I'm getting
          E
 fly with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#              Bsus2            
I be in the kitchen cooking pies 
   E
with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I get high with my baby
F#                   Bsus2       
I just left the mall, I'm getting
          E
 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