Trap Queen taby ukulele według Fetty Wap

[Intro]

Am
Remy Boyz, yeah

Em
1738

[Bridge]
                                     Am
I'm like hey what's up hello

                       Em                                               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

                       Em                                               F
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

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

                       Em                                   F
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

                       G                                                 Am
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

                       Em                                 F
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos

                 G                                             Am
Got 50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though

                       Em                                                  F
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole

                     G                                        Am
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

                    Em                                            F
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though

                             G                                       Am
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go


[Hook] x 2

#                Em
And I get high with my baby

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

                 Em
And I can ride with my baby

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



[Verse 1]

               Am                                              Em
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands

                          F                          G
I just might snatch a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'

                        Am                                        Em
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring

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

                     Am                                            Em
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go

              F                                               G
Remy boys got the stamp, count up hella them bands though

           Am
How far can your bands go?

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

             G                                         Am
If you checking for my pockets hol' up


[Hook] x 2


[Repeat Bridge]


[Verse 2]

                        Am                                                        Em
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll

                   F                                             G
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho

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

                                       F                                                 G
'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing