Trap Queen Fetty Wap
Standard Tuning
Capo 5
(Verse 1:)
I'm like "hey, what's up, [Em]hello"
Seen yo pretty a[Am]ss soon as you came in that [C]door
I just wanna c[D]hill, got a sack for us to r[Em]oll
Married to the [Am]money, introduced her to my s[C]tove
Showed her how to [D]whip it, now she remixin' for [Em]low
She my trap q[C]ueen, let her hit the ba[Am]ndo
We be countin' [C]up, watch how far them bands[Em] go
We just set a [Am]goal, talkin' matchin' L[C]ambos
Got 56 a g[D]ram, prob' a 100 grams [Em]though
Man, I swear I love [Am]her how she work the damn p[C]ole
Hit the strip [D]club, we be letting bands [Em]go
Everybody h[Am]ating, we just call them fans [C]though
In love with the m[D]oney, I ain't never letting [Em]go
(Hook 2x:)
And I get [Am]high with my baby
[C]I just left the mall, I'm getting f[D]ly with my baby, yeah[Em]
And I can [Am]ride with my baby
[C]I be in the kitchen cooking p[D]ies with my baby, yeah[Em]
(Verse 2:)
I hit the s[Em]trip with my trap queen cause [Am]all we know is bands
I just might snat[C]ch a Ferrari and b[D]uy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snat[Em]ch her necklace, drop a co[Am]uple on a ring
She ain't wa[C]nt it for nothin' because I go[D]t her everything
b**ch you u[Em]p in the bando, without de[Am]niro can't go
Remi bo[C]ys got extendo, count up h[D]ella dem bands tho
How f[Em]ar can your Benz go?
[Am]Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand [C]K how I stand tho
If you c[D]hecking out my pockets hol[Em]' up
(Hook 2x:)
And I get [Am]high with my baby
[C]I just left the mall, I'm getting f[D]ly with my baby, yeah[Em]
And I can [Am]ride with my baby
[C]I be in the kitchen cooking p[D]ies with my baby, yeah[Em]
(Verse 1:)
I'm like "hey, what's up, [Em]hello"
Seen yo pretty a[Am]ss soon as you came in that [C]door
I just wanna c[D]hill, got a sack for us to r[Em]oll
Married to the [Am]money, introduced her to my s[C]tove
Showed her how to [D]whip it, now she remixin' for [Em]low
She my trap q[C]ueen, let her hit the ba[Am]ndo
We be countin' [C]up, watch how far them bands[Em] go
We just set a [Am]goal, talkin' matchin' L[C]ambos
Got 56 a g[D]ram, prob' a 100 grams [Em]though
Man, I swear I love [Am]her how she work the damn p[C]ole
Hit the strip [D]club, we be letting bands [Em]go
Everybody h[Am]ating, we just call them fans [C]though
In love with the m[D]oney, I ain't never letting [Em]go
I be smoking d[Em]ope and you know Backwoods what I [Am]roll
Remy Boy, F[D]etty eating sh*t up that's fa[Em]sho
Ill run in ya h[Am]ouse, then I'll f**k your [C]ho
Cause Remy Boyz or no[D]thing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or no[Em]thing
[Am] [C] [D]
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