FETTY WAP - Trap Queen

This single was released on Dec 15, 2014.
I loved the production and the lyrics. The hooks were excellent and the rhythm provided a solid backbeat to the song. I enjoyed the way that the verses were executed, it had the right amount of energy and power along with a great level of fun.
SongRating: 8.5/10

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Scale: A Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 75
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU

[INTRO] Am Em Am Em Am Em F C
[VERSE]
                             Am
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."
                Em                             Am
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
                Em                      Am
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Em                            F
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                     C
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
Am        Em                       Am
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
          Em                          Am
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
         Em                           F
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
         C
Got 50, 60 grand, five hundred grams though
Am        Em                                  Am
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
            Em                          Am
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
             Em                           F
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  C                         Am
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go

[HOOK]
       Em
And I get high with my baby
Am                                Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am          Em
And I can ride with my baby
F                            C
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
       Em
And I get high with my baby
Am                                Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am          Em
And I can ride with my baby
F                            C
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

[VERSE]
           Am                Em
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
                Am       Em
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                       C
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
      Am                   Em
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
        C
If you checking for my pockets I'm like

[HOOK]
       Em
And I get high with my baby
Am                                Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am          Em
And I can ride with my baby
F                            C
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
       Em
And I get high with my baby
Am                                Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am          Em
And I can ride with my baby
F                            C
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

[VERSE]
                             Am
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."
                Em                             Am
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
                Em                      Am
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
               Em                            F
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                     C
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
Am        Em                       Am
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
          Em                          Am
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
         Em                           F
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
         C
Got 50, 60 grand, five hundred grams though
Am        Em                                  Am
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
            Em                          Am
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
             Em                           F
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                  C                         Am
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go

[BRIDGE]
Am          Em                                    Am
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
       Em                                 Am
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
      Em                                   F
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
                     C
'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing


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