Trap Queen

Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh
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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 was bumping to Trap Queen as I was cooking on the stove. When the song first came out I fell in love with it because it's exactly who I am. Only thing is I don't have a Trap King, I do it on my own and I've done it on my own without anyone's help. I have to sell at night so I cook all day.

I'm 17, my name is Tierra, but know one knows that because they all call me Princess. I don't live with anyone, I don't have anyone, I'm all by myself. I'm medium height with a good sized everything, I love my body regardless what anyone says. I just finished making a batch when someone was banging on the door. Who the fuck is banging on my door like that? I grab my small gun and tuck it under my shirt. The person starts banging again.

"Open the door!" They yell banging on the door. i finally decide to open it.

"Make me wait that long again and see what's going to happen Princess." Ty threatened.

"Listen just gimme my money so I don't have to see you again." I say rolling my eyes and giving him the coke.

"Thanks ma." He says smiling while giving me five hundred bills. I wave him off as he shows himself out. I clean up and get some sweats to put on and throw on my all white Air Force ones I looked at my outfit, all white my favorite color. I walked out the house and decided I was going to drive my white hummer. I drive to a Wawa's cause I needed some wraps badly. When I came out I see a guy by my truck.

"Can I help y-" I look at the back of my baby and it has blue on it.

"Look ma I'm sorry I didn't me-" I was irritated.

"Whatever." I say looking at it.

"Look lemme get your number so I can pay for it." He suggests.

"It's alright I got it." He says.

"Lemme make it up to you some how." He says with guilt in his eyes. I give him my number. I just wanna get this day over with now. I hop in my car and drive home. Everyone who buys my product are people I trust so they come to my house to buy it. Its more safe then selling on the street. When I get home I kick off my shoes. My phone starts ringing, it's an unknown number.

"What?" I say.

"Do you always have an attitude?" He asks.

"Yup."

"What if your friends call?" He asks. I sigh.

"I don't have any now what do you want?" I say getting to the point.

"Maybe because you have that bitchy attitude," I suck my teeth. "I wanted to know if you were free tomorrow for lunch." He says. I roll my eyes like he can see me.

"Yeah. I guess." I say.

"Alright see you later ma." I hang up.

Ding, Dong.

Time to make money.