Ed Sheeran - Trap Queen Akor

C#sus2 G#m

I'm like, Hey, what up? Hello.

F G

Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door

Dsus2 Am

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

F G

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Dsus2 Am

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

F G

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

Dsus2 Am

We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go

F G

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos

Dsus2 Am

50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though

F G

Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole

Dsus2 Am

Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

F G

Everybody hating, we just call them fans though

Dsus2 F

In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go

Hook:

(E) G#m

And I get high with my baby

G Csus2 F

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

Am

And I can ride with my baby

G Csus2 F

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Am

And I get high with my baby

G Csus2 F

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

Am

And I can ride with my baby

G Csus2

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

Verso 2:

Am F

Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands

G Dsus2

I might just snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'

Am F

I might just snatch up a necklace, drop a couple on a ring

G Dsus2

She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything

Am F

And Iâ??m off in the bando, with a 'nero that can't go

G Dsus2

Remy boys got the stamp though, countin up bands though

Am

How far can your bands go?

F G

Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though

Dsus2 F

If you checking for my pockets I'm like

Hook:

(E) G#m

And I get high with my baby

G Csus2 F

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

Am

And I can ride with my baby

G Csus2 F

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Am

And I get high with my baby

G Csus2 F

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

Am

And I can ride with my baby

G Csus2

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

Verso 1:

Am

Like, Hello.

F G

Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door

Dsus2 Am

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

F G

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Dsus2 Am

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

F G

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

Dsus2 Am

We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go

F G

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos

Dsus2 Am

50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though

F G

Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole

Dsus2 Am

Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

F G

Everybody hating, we just call them fans though

Dsus2 Am

In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go

(G#m) E F#

I be smoking dope, you know Backwoods what I roll

Dsus2 Am

Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho

F G

I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe

Dsus2

Remy Boyz or nothing, Remy Remy Boys or

Hook:

F Am

And I get high with my baby

G Csus2 F

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

Am

And I can ride with my baby

G Csus2 F

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

Am

And I get high with my baby

G Csus2 F

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

Am

And I can ride with my baby

G Csus2

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

F Am G Csus2 F

1738, 1738

Am G

Got a sack for us to roll

Csus2 F

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