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Trap Queen Lyrics - Fetty Wap

Fetty Wap Lyrics Trap Queen
Remy Boyz, yeah
[Verse 1:]
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 56 a gram, prob' a 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

[Hook 2x:]
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 pots with my baby, yeah

(I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello.")

[Verse 2:]
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
It's bitch you up in the bando, with my mirror I can't go
Remy boys got extendo, count up hella bands though
How far can your Benz go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you checking out my pockets hol' up

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 1]

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 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 side cause fights
Put up a shatter
Uh, Nittdagrit
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