Trap Queen by Ed Sheeran
Key: C#mC#m | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse 1
                          F#m
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
                D                          A
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
              E                           F#m
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               D                           A
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                  E                             F#m
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixing for low
             A                       D
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
               A                           F#m
We be counting up, watch how far them bands go
              D                      A
We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos
          E                      F#m
Dot 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
                    D                         A
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
              E                         F#m
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
           D                            A
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  E                           F#m
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
Chorus 1  2x
          D
And I get high with my baby
A                                  E                    F#m
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          D
And I can ride with my baby
A                            E                     F#m
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
Verse 2
           F#m                            D                
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                 A                 E
I just might snatch a Gerrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
                 F#m                        D
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
            A                             E
She ain't want it for nothing because I got her everything
           F#m                        D
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
       A                         E
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
     F#m
How far can your Benz go?
D                                  A              
Getty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        E                         F#m
If you checking out my pockets hold up
Chorus 2   2x
         D
And I get high with my baby
A                                  E                    F#m
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          D
And I can ride with my baby
A                            E                     F#m
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
Outro
              F#m                                D
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
           E                            F#m
Remy Boy, Getty eating shit up that's fasho
               D                        A
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
                     E                           F#m
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
D  A  E