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Fetty Wap - Trap Queen (Remix - ft. Quavo & Gucci Mane) | 300 Ent (Official Audio)
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Remy Boyz, yeah
1738, ay
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, 500 grams, though
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies, I'm like, hey, what's up, hello
Freshest nigga ever seen, pull up in a Limousine
Hit you with a magazine, now they play the violin
Took that bitch right from your team, I turned that bitch, she work for me
First they brought me 30 Gs, next they brought me 30 keys (skrrt)
I risk my life for 30 bricks, I swear to God I'd do it again
Gucci Mane the toppin' tree, trendin' topic, fuck, I mean
I'ma keep up, pop a bean, put my dick in, hit your spleen
Count my money with machine, hurt her then I cussed her brick
Now you should know, oh, now you should know
With a bad bitch and a grand national
It's just politics, I'm taxin' ya
You're like a grilled cheese, nigga, I'm smashin' ya
You just a daddy boy, nigga, so your dad beats ya
Ten G's who find the boy, that's a finder fee
Holy macaroni, boy, you're only blindin' me
And I told the squad like every nigga signed to me (f-f-f-fly)
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies, I'm like, hey, what's up, hello (Quavo!)
I'm like, hey, what's up, hello (hello)
I met you in the kitchen whippin' in a bando (bando)
And I'ma need you to cook a baby (baby)
And when you cook that baby, I'ma buy you a Mercedes, yeah (go)
Look at the thighs on her (on her, bad thighs)
Oh, I wanna ride on her (ride, ride, go)
And we in a coupe goin' crazy (crazy)
Go to Venezuela, that's a getaway vacation (vacation)
She the trap queen, she cook it, yeah (yeah)
I'm the trap king, I bring the cash (money, woo)
You a pussy, so I took your bag (pussy)
If you get money with your baby say "Yeah" (yeah)
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies, I'm like, hey, what's up, hello