Trap Queen
Fetty Wap
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
I’ll 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
