fetty wap - trap queen [ sped up ] lyrics

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  • Опубліковано 11 січ 2024
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    [Intro]
    RGF productions
    Remy Boyz, yah-ah
    1738, ayy
    [Refrain]
    I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy)
    Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the 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
    At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred 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
    [Chorus]
    And I get high with my baby (My baby)
    I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
    And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
    I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
    And I can ride with my baby (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
    [Verse 1]
    I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"
    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 just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
    She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
    It's big ZooWap from the bando
    Remind me where I can't go
    Remy Boyz got the stamp though
    Count up hella them bands though
    Boy how far can your bands go?
    Fetty Wap, I'm livin' 50 thousand K how I stand though
    If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like…
    [Chorus]
    And I get high with my baby (My baby)
    I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
    And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
    I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
    And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
    I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
    And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
    I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
    [Refrain]
    I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"
    Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the 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
    At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred 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
    [Verse 2]
    I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
    Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho
    I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
    'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'
    Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah
    [Outro: Nitt Da Gritt]
    Yeah, you hear my boy
    Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the 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 out of sight cause fights
    Put up or shut up, huh?
    Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions
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