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Fetty Wap, DJ Quick - Trap Queen

Trap Queen
Fetty Wap, DJ Quick
03:04
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[Intro:]
Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh
1738

[Bridge:]
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 in 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 letting bands go
Everybody hating, 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 gettin' fly with my baby
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby

[Verse:]
I hit the strip with my trap queen
cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go
Remy boys got the stamp, though
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 checkin' for my pockets I'm like

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

[Bridge:]
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 in 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 letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

[Outro:]
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
Cause Remy Boyz or nuthin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nuthin'














Trap Queen

[Fetty Wap:]
Remy Boyz, yeah!
1738! Hey!

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 for the 100 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 with my baby!

I hit the strip with my trap queen ‘cause all we know is bands,
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'.
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring,
She ain't wantin' for nothing because I got her everything.
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go,
Remy Boyz got the stamp, though,
Count up hella them bands, though.
How far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm livin' fifty thousand K, how I stand, though,
If you checkin' for my pockets, I'm like...

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 with my baby!

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 for the 100 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.

I be smokin' dope and you know, Backwoods what I roll,
Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fo sho!
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho,
‘Cause Remy Boyz or nothing! Remy Boyz or nothing!

[Nitt Da Gritt:]
Yeah, you hear my boy!
Soundin' 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, Nitt Da Gritt!
RGF productions!
Squad!

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