text: Trap Queen Lyrics1738
  Im like hey, whats up, hello
  Seen yo 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 remixin for low
  She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
  We be countin up, watch how far them bands go
  We just set a goal, talkin matchin Lambos
  Got 56 a gram, prob a 100 grams though
  Man, I swear I love her 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 aint never letting go
  And I get high with my baby
  I just left the mall, Im getting fly with my baby, yeah
  And I can ride with my baby
  I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
  And I get high with my baby
  I just left the mall, Im getting fly with my baby, yeah
  And I can ride with my baby
  I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
  I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
  I just might snatch up a Rari and buy my boo a Lamb
  I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
  She aint want it for nothin because I got her everything
  Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro cant go
  Remi boys got extendo, count up hella bands tho
  How far can your Benz go?
  Fetty Wap Im living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
  If you checking out my pockets hol up
  And I get high with my baby
  I just left the mall, Im getting fly with my baby, yeah
  And I can ride with my baby
  I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
  And I get high with my baby
  I just left the mall, Im getting fly with my baby, yeah
  And I can ride with my baby
  I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
  Im like hey, whats up, hello
  Seen yo 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 remixin for low
  She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
  We be countin up, watch how far them bands go
  We just set a goal, talkin matchin Lambos
  Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 grams though
  Man, I swear I love her 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 aint never letting go
  I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
  Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up thats fasho
  Ill run in ya house, then Ill fuck your hoe
  Remy Boyz are nuttin, Remy-Remy Boyz are...
  I get high with my baby
  I just left the mall, Im getting fly with my baby, now
  And I can ride with my baby
  I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, now
  And I get high with my baby
  I just left the mall, Im getting fly with my baby, now
  And I can ride with my baby
  I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, now
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