Trap Queen (Mixed) Fetty Wap

[Refrain]
I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the door (Woo)
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 fifty-six a gram, five a hundred grams though (TS5, my crew goin' in)
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole (Ayy)
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though (All my TS5 crew rеady to turn up, we goin' in, somethin' like this)
In lovе 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, yeah)
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah, 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 (Oh man, the kids are too much excited, gimme the beat though, gimme the rewind, somethin' like—)

[Interlude]
Remy Boyz, yeah
1738, ayy (That's how we do, yeah)