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Trap Queen

[Intro]Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh1738

[Verse 1]I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the doorI just wanna chill, got a sack for us to rollMarried to the money, introduced her to my stoveShowed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for lowShe my trap queen, let her hit the bandoWe be countin' up, watch how far them bands goWe just set a goal, talkin' matchin' LambosGot 50, 60 grand, 500 grams thoughMan, I swear I love her how she work the damn poleHit the strip club, we be letting bands goEverybody hating, we just call them fans thoughIn love with the money, I ain't never letting go

[Hook]And I get high with my babyI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhhAnd I can ride with my babyI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeaaahhhAnd I can ride with my babyI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhhAnd I can ride with my babyI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby

[Verse 2]I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bandsI just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ringShe ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everythingIt's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero I can't goRemy Boyz got the stamp, thoughCount up hella, them bands thoughHow far can your bands go?Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand thoughIf you checkin' for my pockets I'm like

[Hook]And I get high with my babyI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhhAnd I can ride with my babyI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeaaahhhAnd I can ride with my babyI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhhAnd I can ride with my babyI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby

[Verse 1]I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the doorI just wanna chill, got a sack for us to rollMarried to the money, introduced her to my stoveShowed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for lowShe my trap queen, let her hit the bandoWe be countin' up, watch how far them bands goWe just set a goal, talkin' matchin' LambosGot 50, 60 grand, 500 grams thoughMan, I swear I love her how she work the damn poleHit the strip club, we be letting bands goEverybody hating, we just call them fans thoughIn love with the money, I ain't never letting go

[Bridge]I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I rollRemy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that's fashoI'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoCause Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'

[Outro: Nitt Da Gritt (Fetty Wap)](She my trap queen)Yeah, you hear my boy(She my trap queen)Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track(She my trap queen)I got whatever on my boy, whatever(And I get high with my baby)Put your money where your mouth isMoney on the wood make the game go goodMoney out of sight cause fightsPut up or shut up, huh?Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions(ZooWap)

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