Chord Lagu & Kunci Gitar Fetty Wap - Trap Queen
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
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
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
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
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
Am Dm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
G Am
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that'