Ukulele Chords TRAP QUEEN By FETTY WAP

Ukulele Chords TRAP QUEEN By FETTY WAP

  VERSION 1  

Verse 1 :
                          Dm
I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'
                Gm                          Bb
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              C                           Dm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Gm                           Bb
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  C                             Dm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
             Bb                       Gm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               Bb                           Dm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Gm                      Bb
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          C                      Dm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    Gm                         Bb
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              C                         Dm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           Gm                            Bb
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  C                           Dm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

Hook : 2x

          Gm
And I get high with my baby
Bb                                  C                    Dm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Gm
And I can ride with my baby
Bb                            C                     Dm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 2 :
           Dm                            Gm                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 Bb                 C
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Dm                        Gm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            Bb                             C
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Dm                        Gm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       Bb                         C
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Dm
How far can your Benz go?
Gm                                  Bb              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        C                         Dm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          Gm
And I get high with my baby
Bb                                  C                    Dm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Gm
And I can ride with my baby
Bb                            C                     Dm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 1 :
              Dm                                Gm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           C                            Dm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Gm                        Bb
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     C                           Dm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Gm  Bb  C
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TRAP QUEEN Ukulele Chords By FETTY WAP

  VERSION 2  

Verse 1 :
                          Bm
I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'
                Em                          G
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              A                           Bm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Em                           G
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  A                             Bm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
             G                       Em
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               G                           Bm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Em                      G
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          A                      Bm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    Em                         G
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              A                         Bm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           Em                            G
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  A                           Bm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

Hook : 2x

          Em
And I get high with my baby
G                                  A                    Bm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Em
And I can ride with my baby
G                            A                     Bm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 2 :
           Bm                            Em                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 G                 A
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Bm                        Em
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            G                             A
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Bm                        Em
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       G                         A
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Bm
How far can your Benz go?
Em                                  G              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        A                         Bm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          Em
And I get high with my baby
G                                  A                    Bm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Em
And I can ride with my baby
G                            A                     Bm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 1 :
              Bm                                Em
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           A                            Bm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Em                        G
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     A                           Bm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Em  G  A
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Ukulele Chords FETTY WAP-TRAP QUEEN

  VERSION 3  

Verse 1 :
                          Cm
I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'
                Fm                          Ab
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              Bb                           Cm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Fm                           Ab
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  Bb                             Cm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
             Ab                       Fm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               Ab                           Cm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Fm                      Ab
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          Bb                      Cm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    Fm                         Ab
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              Bb                         Cm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           Fm                            Ab
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  Bb                           Cm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

Hook : 2x

          Fm
And I get high with my baby
Ab                                  Bb                    Cm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Fm
And I can ride with my baby
Ab                            Bb                     Cm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 2 :
           Cm                            Fm                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 Ab                 Bb
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Cm                        Fm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            Ab                             Bb
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Cm                        Fm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       Ab                         Bb
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Cm
How far can your Benz go?
Fm                                  Ab              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        Bb                         Cm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          Fm
And I get high with my baby
Ab                                  Bb                    Cm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Fm
And I can ride with my baby
Ab                            Bb                     Cm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 1 :
              Cm                                Fm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           Bb                            Cm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Fm                        Ab
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     Bb                           Cm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Fm  Ab  Bb
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Ukulele Chords For TRAP QUEEN By FETTY WAP

  VERSION 4  

Verse 1 :
                          Dbm
I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'
                Gbm                          A
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              B                           Dbm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Gbm                           A
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  B                             Dbm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
             A                       Gbm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               A                           Dbm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Gbm                      A
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          B                      Dbm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    Gbm                         A
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              B                         Dbm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           Gbm                            A
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  B                           Dbm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

Hook : 2x

          Gbm
And I get high with my baby
A                                  B                    Dbm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Gbm
And I can ride with my baby
A                            B                     Dbm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 2 :
           Dbm                            Gbm                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 A                 B
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Dbm                        Gbm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            A                             B
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Dbm                        Gbm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       A                         B
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Dbm
How far can your Benz go?
Gbm                                  A              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        B                         Dbm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          Gbm
And I get high with my baby
A                                  B                    Dbm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Gbm
And I can ride with my baby
A                            B                     Dbm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 1 :
              Dbm                                Gbm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           B                            Dbm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Gbm                        A
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     B                           Dbm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Gbm  A  B
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Uke Chords TRAP QUEEN By FETTY WAP

  VERSION 5  

Verse 1 :
                          Bbm
I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'
                Ebm                          Gb
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              Ab                           Bbm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Ebm                           Gb
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  Ab                             Bbm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
             Gb                       Ebm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               Gb                           Bbm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Ebm                      Gb
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          Ab                      Bbm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    Ebm                         Gb
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              Ab                         Bbm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           Ebm                            Gb
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  Ab                           Bbm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

Hook : 2x

          Ebm
And I get high with my baby
Gb                                  Ab                    Bbm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Ebm
And I can ride with my baby
Gb                            Ab                     Bbm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 2 :
           Bbm                            Ebm                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 Gb                 Ab
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Bbm                        Ebm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            Gb                             Ab
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Bbm                        Ebm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       Gb                         Ab
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Bbm
How far can your Benz go?
Ebm                                  Gb              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        Ab                         Bbm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          Ebm
And I get high with my baby
Gb                                  Ab                    Bbm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Ebm
And I can ride with my baby
Gb                            Ab                     Bbm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 1 :
              Bbm                                Ebm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           Ab                            Bbm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Ebm                        Gb
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     Ab                           Bbm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Ebm  Gb  Ab
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Uke Chords For TRAP QUEEN By FETTY WAP

  VERSION 6  

Verse 1 :
                          Ebm
I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'
                Abm                          B
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              Db                           Ebm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Abm                           B
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  Db                             Ebm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
             B                       Abm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               B                           Ebm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Abm                      B
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          Db                      Ebm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    Abm                         B
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              Db                         Ebm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           Abm                            B
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  Db                           Ebm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

Hook : 2x

          Abm
And I get high with my baby
B                                  Db                    Ebm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Abm
And I can ride with my baby
B                            Db                     Ebm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 2 :
           Ebm                            Abm                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 B                 Db
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Ebm                        Abm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            B                             Db
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Ebm                        Abm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       B                         Db
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Ebm
How far can your Benz go?
Abm                                  B              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        Db                         Ebm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          Abm
And I get high with my baby
B                                  Db                    Ebm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Abm
And I can ride with my baby
B                            Db                     Ebm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 1 :
              Ebm                                Abm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           Db                            Ebm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Abm                        B
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     Db                           Ebm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Abm  B  Db
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TRAP QUEEN Uke Chords By FETTY WAP

  VERSION 7  

Verse 1 :
                          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

Hook : 2x

          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 2 :
           Em                            Am                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 C                 D
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Em                        Am
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            C                             D
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Em                        Am
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       C                         D
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Em
How far can your Benz go?
Am                                  C              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        D                         Em
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          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 1 :
              Em                                Am
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           D                            Em
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Am                        C
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     D                           Em
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Am  C  D
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Uke Chords FETTY WAP-TRAP QUEEN

  VERSION 8  

Verse 1 :
                          Fm
I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'
                Bbm                          Db
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              Eb                           Fm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Bbm                           Db
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  Eb                             Fm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
             Db                       Bbm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               Db                           Fm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Bbm                      Db
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          Eb                      Fm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    Bbm                         Db
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              Eb                         Fm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           Bbm                            Db
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  Eb                           Fm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

Hook : 2x

          Bbm
And I get high with my baby
Db                                  Eb                    Fm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Bbm
And I can ride with my baby
Db                            Eb                     Fm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 2 :
           Fm                            Bbm                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 Db                 Eb
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Fm                        Bbm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            Db                             Eb
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Fm                        Bbm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       Db                         Eb
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Fm
How far can your Benz go?
Bbm                                  Db              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        Eb                         Fm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          Bbm
And I get high with my baby
Db                                  Eb                    Fm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Bbm
And I can ride with my baby
Db                            Eb                     Fm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 1 :
              Fm                                Bbm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           Eb                            Fm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Bbm                        Db
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     Eb                           Fm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Bbm  Db  Eb
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TRAP QUEEN Uke Chords By FETTY WAP

  VERSION 9  

Verse 1 :
                          Gbm
I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'
                Bm                          D
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              E                           Gbm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Bm                           D
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  E                             Gbm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
             D                       Bm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               D                           Gbm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Bm                      D
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          E                      Gbm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    Bm                         D
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              E                         Gbm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           Bm                            D
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  E                           Gbm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

Hook : 2x

          Bm
And I get high with my baby
D                                  E                    Gbm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Bm
And I can ride with my baby
D                            E                     Gbm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 2 :
           Gbm                            Bm                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 D                 E
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Gbm                        Bm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            D                             E
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Gbm                        Bm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       D                         E
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Gbm
How far can your Benz go?
Bm                                  D              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        E                         Gbm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          Bm
And I get high with my baby
D                                  E                    Gbm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Bm
And I can ride with my baby
D                            E                     Gbm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 1 :
              Gbm                                Bm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           E                            Gbm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Bm                        D
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     E                           Gbm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Bm  D  E
$$$$$$$$

Ukulele Chords To TRAP QUEEN By FETTY WAP

  VERSION 10  

Verse 1 :
                          Gm
I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'
                Cm                          Eb
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              F                           Gm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Cm                           Eb
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  F                             Gm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
             Eb                       Cm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               Eb                           Gm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Cm                      Eb
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          F                      Gm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    Cm                         Eb
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              F                         Gm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           Cm                            Eb
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  F                           Gm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

Hook : 2x

          Cm
And I get high with my baby
Eb                                  F                    Gm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Cm
And I can ride with my baby
Eb                            F                     Gm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 2 :
           Gm                            Cm                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 Eb                 F
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Gm                        Cm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            Eb                             F
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Gm                        Cm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       Eb                         F
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Gm
How far can your Benz go?
Cm                                  Eb              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        F                         Gm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          Cm
And I get high with my baby
Eb                                  F                    Gm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Cm
And I can ride with my baby
Eb                            F                     Gm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 1 :
              Gm                                Cm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           F                            Gm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Cm                        Eb
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     F                           Gm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Cm  Eb  F
$$$$$$$$

TRAP QUEEN Ukulele Chords FETTY WAP

  VERSION 11  

Verse 1 :
                          Abm
I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'
                Dbm                          E
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              Gb                           Abm
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Dbm                           E
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  Gb                             Abm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
             E                       Dbm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               E                           Abm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
              Dbm                      E
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          Gb                      Abm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    Dbm                         E
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              Gb                         Abm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           Dbm                            E
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  Gb                           Abm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

Hook : 2x

          Dbm
And I get high with my baby
E                                  Gb                    Abm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Dbm
And I can ride with my baby
E                            Gb                     Abm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 2 :
           Abm                            Dbm                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 E                 Gb
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 Abm                        Dbm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            E                             Gb
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
           Abm                        Dbm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       E                         Gb
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     Abm
How far can your Benz go?
Dbm                                  E              
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        Gb                         Abm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Hook 2 : 2x

          Dbm
And I get high with my baby
E                                  Gb                    Abm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          Dbm
And I can ride with my baby
E                            Gb                     Abm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Verse 1 :
              Abm                                Dbm
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           Gb                            Abm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               Dbm                        E
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     Gb                           Abm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Dbm  E  Gb
$$$$$$$$

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