Trap Queen-Fetty Wap
Remy boyz yeaahhhh
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I-I'm like hey what's up hello
Seen you 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 talking 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
And I get high with my baby baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeeaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my
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 necklace drop a couple on a ring
She ain't want it for nothing because I got her everything
Bitch you up in the bando without deniro can't go
Remi boys got extendo count up hella bands tho
How far can your benz go
Fetty wap I'm living fifty thousand k how I stand tho
If you checking out my pockets hol' up
And I get high with my baby baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeeaahhh
And I can ride with my baby baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies I'm like hey wassup hello
Seen you 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 talking 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 be smoking dope and you know backwoods what I roll
Remy boy fetty eating shit up that's fasho
I'll run in your house then i'll fuck your ho
Cause remy boyz or nothing re-re-remy boyz or nothing
Yeah, you hear my boy
Sounding 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
Uh, Nittdagrit
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