Cifras
Trap Queen

Tono: B

Introducción:

                                                G#m  
I'm like, "Hey, what up? Hello."
                E                                                         F#  
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
                        C#2                                              G#m  
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
             E                                                         F#  
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
             C#2                                                      G#m  
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
          E                                                 F#  
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
        C#2                                                         G#m  
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go
          E                                                            F#  
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
     C#2                                              G#m  
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
          E                                                                 F#  
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole
                C#2                                                    G#m  
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
     E                                                            F#  
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                C#2                                                         E  
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
      G#m  
     And I get high with my baby
F#                                                 B2                                            E  
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
     G#m  
And I can ride with my baby
F#                                    B2                                      E  
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
     G#m  
And I get high with my baby
F#                                                 B2                                            E  
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
     G#m  
And I can ride with my baby
F#                                    B2  
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
                G#m                                         E  
Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
                        F#                         C#2  
I might just snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                        G#m                                    E  
I might just snatch up a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
                F#                                                 C#2  
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
             G#m                            E  
And Iâ??m off in the bando, with a 'nero that can't go
     F#                                         C#2  
Remy boys got the stamp though, countin up bands though
     G#m  
How far can your bands go?
E                                                                 F#  
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
C#2                                                            E  
If you checking for my pockets I'm like
         G#m  
        And I get high with my baby
F#                                                 B2                                            E  
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
     G#m  
And I can ride with my baby
F#                                    B2                                      E  
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
     G#m  
And I get high with my baby
F#                                                 B2                                            E  
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
     G#m  
And I can ride with my baby
F#                                    B2  
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
                  G#m  
Like, "Hello."
                E                                                         F#  
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
                        C#2                                              G#m  
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
             E                                                         F#  
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
             C#2                                                      G#m  
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
          E                                                 F#  
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
        C#2                                                         G#m  
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go
          E                                                            F#  
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
     C#2                                              G#m  
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
          E                                                                 F#  
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole
                C#2                                                    G#m  
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
     E                                                            F#  
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                C#2                                                         G#m  
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
         E                                                         F#  
I be smoking dope, you know Backwoods what I roll
     C#2                                                    G#m  
Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
                     E                                                            F#  
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
     C#2  
Remy Boyz or nothing, Remy Remy Boys or
E         G#m  
     And I get high with my baby
F#                                                 B2                                            E  
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
     G#m  
And I can ride with my baby
F#                                    B2                                      E  
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
     G#m  
And I get high with my baby
F#                                                 B2                                            E  
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
     G#m  
And I can ride with my baby
F#                                    B2  
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
E      G#m         F#         B2      E  
                1738,                      1738
G#m                                         F#  
        Got a sack for us to roll
B2         E