Trap Queen - Fetty Wap/Azealia Banks/Quavo/Gucci Mane Written by：Fetty Wap RGF production
Remy Boyz
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1738 I'm like hey what's up hello Since you pretty awesome as you came at that door I just wanna chill got a sak for us to roll Married to the money introduced her to my stove Showed her how to whip it now she remixing for low She my trap queen let her hit the bando We be counting up watch how far them bands go We just set a goal talking matching lambos A 50 60 grand for a hundred 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 ever letting go
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 I'm like hey what's up hello She came
Whipping that cake for the hustle Ey
She cooking that steak in the oven Got palls on a side I could bang and buzz it Give a shake to the b**ches in fronting it's nothing Being thou bomb shell be dismiss who mix well Fish scale hopping out that V-12 this female All about them eagles Queen flips I'm on vigil She sells seashells hydro with that pyro Getting money getting it right though Sent that thing and send it right dog Caught this banz to survival
You like thou bodyguard his azlo Peddy caught for that popper Is that so Anything for that guap flow You got drugs we got us
And I get high with my baby I'm a be the one who run and die with you baby Yeah And I'm a slide for my baby I just wanna be your number one baby baby yeah Freshest ni**a ever seen pull up in a Limousine Hit you with a magazine now they play a violing Took that b**ch right from your team I turned that b**ch she work for me First they brought me 30 Gs Next they brought me 30 keys I risk my life for 30 bricks I swear to God I'd do it again Gucci mane the topping tree Trilling what the f**k I mean I'm a keep that popper been with brother hit and bleed Count my money where was she
Ooh get sh*t no ooh nah sh*t no With a bad b**ch with it going that sh*t no It's just falling tips I'm texting you You like a grand chick ni**a I'm smashing you You just a dead boy ni**a it's all you dare to be And he will do find that boy that's for mama feed All your macarole it's all you banging me Or I tell the square that I gave a ni**a sign to me
And I am high with my baby I just love them all I get fly with my baby Yeah And I get rock with my baby I'll be in the kitchen cooking pals I'm like hey what's up hello
I'm like hey what's up hello
I meet you in the kitchen wiping in a bando
And I'm a need you to cook now baby And when you cook that baby I'm a buy you're Mercedes Yea look at the tags on them
Ooh I wanna ride on them
And we in the cook going crazy Blowing in and sweting it's a getaway vacation
She the trap queen she cooking it I'm the trap king I bring the cash
You a p**sy so I took your bag If you get mind of what you baby say yeah Yeah And I am right with my baby I just love them all I get fly with my baby Yeah And I get rock with my baby I'll be in the kitchen cooking pals I'm like hey what's up hello
You a p**sy so I took your bag If you get mind of what you baby say yeah Yeah And I am right with my baby I just love them all I get fly with my baby Yeah And I get rock with my baby I'll be in the kitchen cooking pals I'm like hey what's up hello
