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Trap Queen
Fetty Wap
Key : Am
Capo
[Intro]
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Am
  RGF productions
Em    Am     Em
  Remy  Boyz,  yah ah
Am Em   F  C
     1738, ayy
                             Am
I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"

[Verse 1]
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        Em                                 Am
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
       Em                                Am
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
        Em                                 F
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
           C                                    Am
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
       Em                             Am
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
      Em                                    Am
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
        Em                              F
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
    C                           Am
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
       Em                                      Am
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
        Em                              Am
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
     Em                                   F
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though
        C                                     Am
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go

[Chorus (1)]
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    Em         Em
And I   get high with my baby (Baby)
Am                        Em        Em                Am
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
    Em         Em
And I   can ride with my baby (Baby)
Dm7      Fmaj7       C                              Am
I  be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
    Em         Em
And I   can ride with my baby
Am                        Em        Em                Am
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
    Em         Em
And I   can ride with my baby
Dm7      Fmaj7       C
I  be in the kitchen cookin' pies

[Verse 2]
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          Am                       Em
I hit the strip with my trap queen,  'cause all we know is bands
             Am               Em
I just might snatch up a 'Rari  and buy my boo a Lamb'
             Am                     Em
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
          F                     C
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
            Am
It's big ZooWap from the bando
Em
Remind me where I can't go
     Am
Remy Boyz got the stamp though
Em
Count up hella them bands though
        Am
Boy how far can your bands go?
Em                                   F
Fetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though
C
If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...

[Chorus (2)]
---------------------
Am    Em         Em
  And I   get high with my baby (Baby)
Am                        Em        Em                Am
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
    Em         Em
And I   can ride with my baby (Baby)
Dm7      Fmaj7       C                              Am
I  be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
    Em         Em
And I   can ride with my baby
Am                        Em        Em                Am
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
    Em         Em
And I   can ride with my baby
Dm7      Fmaj7       C
I  be in the kitchen cookin' pies
                             Am
I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"

[Verse 3]
---------------------
        Em                                 Am
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
       Em                                Am
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
        Em                                 F
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
           C                                    Am
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
       Em                             Am
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
      Em                                    Am
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
        Em                              F
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
    C                           Am
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
       Em                                      Am
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
        Em                              Am
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
     Em         Em                      Dm7   Fmaj7
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though
        C                                     Am
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go
     Em                                         Am
I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
     Em                                   Am           Em         Em
Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho I'll run in  ya house,
                    Dm7
then I'll fuck your ho 
Fmaj7       C
'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'

[Outro]
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                   Am           Em     Em           Am   Em
Re Re Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah    Yeah,  you hear my  boy
         Em             Am                Em
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
  Em                 Dm7 Fmaj7 C
I got whatever on my boy,   whatever
               Am                 Em
Put your money where your mouth is
Em                         Am          Em
Money on the wood make the game go good
Em                      Am      Em
Money out of sight cause  fights
       Em         Dm7    Fmaj7 C
Put up or shut up,   huh?
              Dm7    Fmaj7 C
Nitt Da Gritt,   huh,    RGF Productions
Dm7 Fmaj7 C
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