TRAP QUEEN
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RGF production
Remy Boyz, yeah
1738 ey I'm like, “Hey,
what's up? Hello.”
Seen your 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
Got 50, 60 grand,
prob' a hundred 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 through
In love with
the money, I ain't
ever letting go
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 pies
with my baby, yeah
And I can ride 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 pies
with my baby
(I hit the strip)
with my trap queen
'Cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch a 'Rarri
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 big ZooWap
from the bando, without
dinero can't go
Remy Boyz got the stamp,
count up hella
them bands though
How far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm living
fifty thousand K
how I stand though
If you checking for
my pockets I'm like
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 pies
with my baby, yeah
And I can ride 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 pies
with my baby
I'm like, “Hey,
what's up? Hello.”
Seen your 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
Got 50, 60 grand,
prob' a hundred 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 through
In love with the money,
I ain't ever letting go
I be smoking dope and
you know Backwoods
what I roll
Remy Boyz,
Fetty eating shit up
that's fasho
I'll run in ya house,
then I'll fuck your hoe
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
Put up or shut up
Uh, Nitt Da Gritt,
RGF productions (S-quaw)
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