Trap Queen (Remix) (feat. Quavo & Gucci Mane)

[Fetty Wap]

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, 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

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

[Gucci Mane]

Freshest nigga ever seen, pull up in a limousine

Hit you with a magazine, now they play a violin

Took that bitch right from your team

I turned that bitch, 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 trend

Trending topic, fuck I mean

I'mma keep my pop a bean

Then grab that thing and hit your spleen

Count my money with machine

Hooder than a Cut Supreme

Irrational, Old National

With a bad bitch in a Grand National

It's just politics, I'm taxing ya

You're like a grilled cheese, nigga, I'm smashing ya

You just a daddy boy, nigga, so your dad beats ya

10 G's who find the boy, that's a finder fee

Holy macaroni, boy, you're Roly blinding me

And I tote the strap like every nigga signed to me

[Fetty Wap]

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

[Quavo]

I'm like, hey, what's up, hello

I met you in the kitchen whippin' in the bando

And Imma need you to cook a baby

And when you cook that baby, I'mma buy you a Mercedes

Look at the thighs on her

Oh, I wanna ride on her

And we in a coupe goin' crazy

Go to Venezuela, that's a getaway vacation

She the trap queen, she cook it

I'm the trap king, I bring the cash

You a pussy, so I took your bag

If you get money with your baby say yeaaahhh

[Fetty Wap]

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