Trap Paris chords by MGK (Machine Gun Kelly)

Intro: Machine Gun Kelly:
Em C
Ayy
Am      C
Woke up in woke up in
Am       Em
Soundin' real godly
C  Am
Quavo
            Em
Sonny rollin' grams of wax

Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly:
Em      C    Am
Woke up in Paris
Em      C    Am
Broke all the mirrors (what that mean?)
      Em       C   Am
Must mean, last night was too turnt
        Em      C
They caught me fucking on camera
 Am
I ain't embarrassed
     Em      C    Am
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
   C       Em      C    Am     Em
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
Am
I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
Em      C                Am
And I'm running the streets of the city like Rocky
     Am
Who da champ? Who da champ?
           Em
Diamond fangs like a vamp
                Am
Where's the package with the stamp?
           Em      C     Am
Bust it open by the lamp. Roll it up 'till I cramp
   Em        C    Am
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
    Em
Smoke rings from the grams , uh
C         Am
Got a lady and a tramp
             Em
Bitch I made it from the trap. Gunner

Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign:
Em      C    Am
I woke up in Paris
Em          C    Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
     Em      C
First I roll up the lettuce
     Am
Then I went back for seconds
      Em      C    Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
Em      C    Am
I woke up in Paris
Em          C    Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
     Em      C
First I roll up the lettuce
     Am
Then I went back for seconds
      Em      C    Am
Swear that pussy the wettest

Verse 2: Quavo:
C
Made it from the bottom
Em      Am
What you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
Em          C
I made it from the bottom
Em      Am
What you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
   Em      C
When I was on the bottom
      Am      Em
You didn't hang out with me (no way)
Am
Now I got some dollars
      Am      Em
They keep hanging with me (yeah)
    C             Am     Em
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy)
    C             Am     Em
Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
    C
You took too much of Coco
Em
It made your nose bleed (trippin)
          C
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Em
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
C
Pop one off with a kick though (pop one)
Am
Pop one off this endo (shoot)
C
Old money like a Nintendo
Am
Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back)
Em            C
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Am           Em
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
          Am
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
    Em
Heat it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
             Am
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
          Em
Whole thang in my lap
             Am
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
           Em
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
             Am
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
          Em
Got the police running laps (yeah)
             Am
Bitch I made it from the trap
             Em
Bitch I made it out the trap

Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign:
Em      C    Am
I woke up in Paris
Em          C    Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
     Em      C
First I roll up the lettuce
     Am
Then I went back for seconds
      Em      C    Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
Em      C    Am
I woke up in Paris
Em          C    Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
     Em      C
First I roll up the lettuce
     Am
Then I went back for seconds
      Em      C    Am