Fetty Wap - Trap Queen

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by JcsparkXx

by JcsparkXx

[Intro]
Remy Boyz
1738, ey

[Verse 1]
I'm like hey whats up hello
Seen you pretty ass as soon as you came through the door
I just wanna chill, got a stack 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' matching lambos
Got 50, 60 grand, prob a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

[Hook]
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

[Verse 2]
I hit the strip with my trap queen, cause all we know is bands
I might snatch a Rari and buy my boo a lamb
I might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting nothing, because I got her everything
Its a big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go
Remy boys got the stamp, count up hella them bands though
How far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you checking for my pockets I'm like

[Verse 3]
I be smoking dope and you know
Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boys, Fetty eating Shit up thats fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your Ho
Cause Remy Boys or nothing, R-R-Remy Boys or nothing

[Outro]
Yeah, you hear my boy
Sounding like a zillion bucks on a track
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wood, make the game go good
Money outta sight, cause fights
Put up or shut up
Uh, NittdaGritt
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