Trap Queen

                          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


[Chorus]
          Am
And I get high with my baby
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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
          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]
                          Em
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
                Am                             C
I know that you saw me soon as i walked in the door
               D                             Em
You just wanna chill, tell me what you wanna know
               Am                           C
Married to the money i can tell you want it though
             D                             Em
Maybe we can get up out this spot and head home
            C                                 Am
I'll be you trap queen if you get rid of them hoes
               C                            Em
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Am                     C
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
             D                          Em
Every time i ride you know i never ride slow
                 Am                            C
Yeah, i know you love it when you watch me get low
                D                            Em
Tell me how you want it, i aint never saying no
          Am                             C
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                 D                            Em
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go


[Chorus]
          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
          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