Trap Queen (Acoustic Version)

Two three and

Ahha!

Uh

Seventeen thirty-eight~, Ahm

Alright, I'm like "Hey what's up? Hello"

See your pretty face as 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 by the way she says hello

We'd be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos

Got fifty sixty grand, five hundred grand tho'

Man, I swear I love her how she movin' so slow

Gotta hit the club, we'd be letting bands go

Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though

We get that money and we never lettin' go

I'm gettin' high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah~I~

And I can ride with my baby

I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah~I~

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah~I~

And I can ride with my baby

I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby~

Hey~

wHo~

Ho!

But don't you see I got a trap queen

I'm going out with my trap queen

And all we know is bands

I might snach a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lambo'

Might just pick up a neckkace drop a couple on a ring

She ain't wantin' for nothing, cuz I got her everything

Hey Yo! Hey Yo!

Without a narrow can't go

Hey Yo! Hey Yo!

Count up all em' bands tho'

How far you bands go

Fetty Wap I'm livin' fifty thousand

K ya checkin' on my pockets oh no

I'm gettin' high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah~I~

And I can ride with my baby

I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah~I~

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah~I~

And I can ride with my baby

I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my babyyyyyyyyyyy~

woo woo woo woo woo woo

wHoo Lu Lu Lu~

Ye~woho~

I'm like "hey what's up? Hello"