Trap King (Fetty Wap ft. Adriana Gomez Cover)

I'm like "hey, what's 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 ain't never letting go

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall

I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

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

She my trap queen, I ain't never lettin' go

I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"

I met you in ...in in..

And I get high with my baby

I I I I just left the mall

I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I I I 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 gettin' 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

She my trap queen, I ain't never lettin' go

I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"