Fetty Wap - Trap Queen

Dalam posting kali ini  Ritmisdinamis akan mengulas chord dan lirik lagu Trap Queen yang dinyanyikan oleh 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
b**ch 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 sh*t up that's fasho
Dm                        F
Ill run in ya house, then I'll f**k your ho
G                           Am
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing


Dm F G
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