Trap Queen chords by Ed Sheeran

Ed Sheeran & The Roots cover of Fetty Wap's "Trap Queen"

Tuning: all strings down a whole step (D-G-C-F-A-D)**

All chords relative to tuning (for concert pitch, transpose down a whole step)

Chords used in song:
e|---4----0----2-----4------2----|
B|---4----0----2-----4------2----|
G|---4----1----3-----6------4----|
D|---6----2----4-----6------4----|
A|---6----2----4-----4------2----|
E|---4----0----2-----------------|
  G#m  E  F# C#sus2 Bsus2

Intro:
G#m  E  F#  C#sus2

G#m  E  F#  C#sus2
    1738

[Verse 1:]
(C#sus2)          G#m
I'm like, "Hey, what up? Hello."
      E                 F#
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
       C#sus2           G#m
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
    E                 F#
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
      C#sus2               G#m
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
    E               F#
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
   C#sus2                 G#m
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go
    E                F#
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
  C#sus2             G#m
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
    E                   F#
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole
    C#sus2             G#m
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
   E                  F#
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
    C#sus2                E
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go


[Hook:]
(E)  G#m
 And I get high with my baby
F#            Bsus2           E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#         Bsus2           E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I get high with my baby
F#            Bsus2           E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#         Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby


[Verse 2:]
    G#m          E
Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
       F#       C#sus2
I might just snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
       G#m          E
I might just snatch up a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
     F#              C#sus2
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
    G#m        E
And I?m off in the bando, with a 'nero that can't go
   F#             C#sus2
Remy boys got the stamp though, countin up bands though
  G#m
How far can your bands go?
E                  F#
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
C#sus2                 E
If you checking for my pockets I'm like


[Hook:]
(E)  G#m
  And I get high with my baby
F#            Bsus2           E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#         Bsus2           E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I get high with my baby
F#            Bsus2           E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#         Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby


[Verse 1:]
     G#m
Like, "Hello."
      E                 F#
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
       C#sus2           G#m
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
    E                 F#
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
      C#sus2               G#m
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
    E               F#
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
   C#sus2                 G#m
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go
    E                F#
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
  C#sus2             G#m
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
    E                   F#
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole
    C#sus2             G#m
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
   E                  F#
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
    C#sus2                G#m
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go

(G#m) E                   F#
I be smoking dope, you know Backwoods what I roll
   C#sus2               G#m
Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
     E                F#
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
   C#sus2
Remy Boyz or nothing, Remy Remy Boys or


[Hook:]
E   G#m
 And I get high with my baby
F#            Bsus2           E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#         Bsus2           E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I get high with my baby
F#            Bsus2           E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F#         Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

E G#m  F# Bsus2   E
   1738,     1738
G#m           F#
  Got a sack for us to roll
Bsus2  E