Trap Queen Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
(RGF Productions)
[Am]Remy[Em] Boyz, [Am]yeah[Em]
[Am]1738[Em], ayy[F][C]

[Verse 1]
I'm like, "hey, what's up, hel[Am]lo"
Seen yo [Em]pretty ass soon as
you came in the [Am]door
I just [Em]wanna chill, got
a sack for us to [Am]roll
Married [Em]to the money,
introduced her to my [F]stove
Showed her [C]how to whip it,
now she remix it for [Am]low
She my [Em]trap queen,
let her hit the ban[Am]do
We be [Em]counting up,
watch how far them bands [Am]go
We just [Em]set a goal,
talking matching lam[F]bos
At 5[C]6 a gram,
5 a hundred grams [Am]though
Man, I [Em]swear I love her how
she work that damn [Am]pole
Hit the [Em]strip club,
we be letting bands [Am]go
[Em]Everybody hating,
we just call them fans [F]though
In love [C]with the money,

[Chorus 1]
I ain't never letting [Am]go
And [G]I get high w[Em]ith my baby
[Am]I just left the mall
I'm [G]getting fly [Em]with my baby, ye[Am]ah
And [G]I can ride w[Em]ith my baby
[Dm]I'll be in the kitchen
[C]cooking pies with my baby, ye[Am]ah
And [G]I can ride w[Em]ith my baby
[Am]I just left the mall
I'm [G]getting fly [Em]with my baby, ye[Am]ah
And [G]I can ride w[Em]ith my baby
[Dm]I'll be in the kitchen [C]cooking pies

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

[Chorus 2]
I'm [Am]like and [G]I get high w[Em]ith my baby
[Am]I just left the mall
I'm [G]getting fly [Em]with my baby, ye[Am]ah
And [G]I can ride w[Em]ith my baby
[Dm]I'll be in the kitchen
[C]cooking pies with my baby, ye[Am]ah
And [G]I can ride w[Em]ith my baby
[Am]I just left the mall
I'm [G]getting fly [Em]with my baby, ye[Am]ah
And [G]I can ride w[Em]ith my baby
[Dm]I'll be in the kitchen [C]cooking pies

[Verse 3]
I'm like, "hey, what's up, hel[Am]lo"
Seen yo [Em]pretty ass soon as
you came in the [Am]door
I just [Em]wanna chill, got
a sack for us to [Am]roll
Married [Em]to the money,
introduced her to my [F]stove
Showed her [C]how to whip it,
now she remix it for [Am]low
She my [Em]trap queen,
let her hit the ban[Am]do
We be [Em]counting up,
watch how far them bands [Am]go
We just [Em]set a goal,
talking matching lam[F]bos
At 5[C]6 a gram,
5 a hundred grams [Am]though
Man, I [Em]swear I love her how
she work that damn [Am]pole
Hit the [Em]strip club,
we be letting bands [Am]go
Every[G]body hating,
[Em]we just call them fans t[Dm]hough
In love [C]with the money,

[Verse 4]
I ain't never letting [Am]go
I be [Em]smoking dope
and you know Backwoods what I [Am]roll
Remy [Em]Boy Fetty eating shit up, that's for [Am]sure
I'll run [G]in your house, [Em]then I'll fuck your [Dm]ho
Re- Remy [C]Boyz or nothin',
Re-Re-Remy Boyz or [Am]nothin
[G]Yea[Em]h, you hear my [Am]boy[G]
Soundin' [Em]like a zillion [Am]bucks on the [G]track
I [Em]got whatever my [Dm]boy, whate[C]ver
Put your money [Am]where your mouth [G]is
[Em]Money on the wood
make the [Am]game go [G]good
[Em]Money out of sight [Am]cause fights
[G]Put up or [Em]shut up, h[Dm]uh?
[C]Nitt Da Gri[Dm]tt, huh,
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