Ed Sheeran – Trap Queen (Guitar)

                          Em
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"

                C                          G
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door

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

               C                           G
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

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

             G                       C
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

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

              C                      G
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos

          D                      Em
Dot 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though

                    C                         G
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole

              D                         Em
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

           C                            G
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though

                  D                           Em
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

          C
And I get high with my baby

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

          C
And I can ride with my baby

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

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

                 G                 D
I just might snatch a Gerrari and buy my boo a Lamb'

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

            G                             D
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything

           Em                        C
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go

       G                         D
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho

     Em
How far can your Benz go?

C                                  G              
Getty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho

        D                         Em
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

         C
And I get high with my baby

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

          C
And I can ride with my baby

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

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

           D                            Em
Remy Boy, Getty eating shit up that's fasho

               C                        G
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho

                     D                           Em
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing