Trap Queen Lyrics & Chords By Ed Sheeran

1738 I'm like, "Hey, what up? Hello." Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Married to the money, introduced her to my stove Showed her how to whip it, now she remixing for low She my trap queen, let her hit the bando We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos 50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go Everybody hating, we just call them fans though In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go And I get high with my baby I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah, now And I get high with my baby I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands I might just snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb' I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything And I'm up in the bando, without dinero can't go Remy boys got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though How far can your bands go? Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though If you checking for my pockets I'm like Oh, I get high with my baby I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah, now Oh, I get high with my baby I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby like "Hello." Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Married to the money, introduced her to my stove Showed her how to whip it, now she remixing for low She my trap queen, let her hit the bando We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos 50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go Everybody hating, we just call them fans though In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boy, Fetty eating s*** up that's fasho I'll run in ya house, then I'll f*** your hoe Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or... Oh I get high with my baby I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, now, now, now And I get high with my baby I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, now 1738 1738 Got a sack for Esther Rowe 1738