Trap Queen Akor - Ed Sheeran

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 
      1738