Trap Queen - Fetty Wap, ukulele chords

Published: 2021-07-25 16:46
Selection chords: Ethan Cooper

Verse:
                           Am
Iʼm like "hey, whatʼs 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 remixinʼ for low
              F                         Dm
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
                F                             Am
We be countinʼ up, watch how far them bands go
               Dm                        F
We just set a goal, talkinʼ matchinʼ Lambos
           G                        Am
Got 56 a gram, probʼ 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 ainʼt never letting go

Chorus:
           Dm
And I get high with my baby
 F                                    G              Am
I just left the mall, Iʼm 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:
            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 Lambʼ
                  Am                          Dm
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
             F                               G
She ainʼt want it for nothinʼ because I got her everything
            Am                          Dm
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro canʼt go
        F                           G
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
      Am
How far can your Benz go?
 Dm                                    F
Fetty Wap Iʼm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
         G                           Am
If you checking out my pockets holʼ up

Chorus:
           Dm
And I get high with my baby
 F                                    G               Am
I just left the mall, Iʼm 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 be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
            G                              Am
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up thatʼs fasho
                Dm                          F
Ill run in ya house, then Iʼll fuck your ho
                      G                             Am
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

Dm F G