Guitar chords Trap Queen

Trap Queen by Fetty Wap is an ode to his partner in crime and in love. It celebrates loyalty, love, and the highs and lows of street life. Fetty Wap, whose real name is Willie Maxwell, wrote Trap Queen as a tribute to his then-girlfriend, and the song quickly became a phenomenon, catapulting the rapper from Paterson, New Jersey, to worldwide fame.

Key:  Am
                          
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
          
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

           
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
 
Bitch 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
          
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

              
Am
                                
Dm
 
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           
G
                            
Am
 
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
               
Dm
                        
F
 
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     
G
                           
Am
 
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
Dm
  
F
  
G