Trap Queen

作词 : Tony Fadd/Willie J. Maxwell

作曲 : Tony Fadd

1738

Im like hey, wassup, 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 remix's furlough

She my trap queen let her in the bando

We be counting up watch how far them bands go

We just selling ****, talking matching lambos

Got 50 60 grams five 100 grams though Man I swear I love her how she work that damn pole

Hit the strip club we be letting them 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 im getting fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I get right with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall im getting fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I get right with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pots

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 nothin' 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 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

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

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

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

Remy Boy, Fetty eating *****t up that's fasho

Ill run in ya house, then I'll **** your ho

Cause Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'