Trap Queen

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I-I'm like hey what's up hello

Seen you pretty 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 let her hit the bando

We be countin' up watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal talking 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 ain't never letting go

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall

i'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeeaahhh

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall

I'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby

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 ain't want it for nothing because I got her everything

***** you up in the bando without deniro can't go

Remi boys got extendo count up hella bands tho

How far can your benz go

Fetty wap i'm 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

i'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeeaahhh

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall

I'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby

Seen you pretty 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 let her hit the bando

We be countin' up watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal talking 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 ain't never letting go

I be smoking **** and you know backwoods what I roll

Remy boy fetty eating **** up that's fasho

I'll run in your house then I'll **** your ho

Cause remy boyz or nothing

re-re-remy boyz or

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall

I'm getting fly with my baby nooow

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby nooow

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall

I'm getting fly with my baby nooow

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby noow

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got a sack for us to roll

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