Lyrics Trap Queen - Fetty Wap

FETTY WAP LYRICS

"Trap Queen"

Remy Boyz, yeah

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[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

[Outro:]

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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