Album Name

Trap Queen

Artist

Fetty Wap

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2014.04.22

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Trap Queen - Fetty Wap
Remy Boyz yeaahhhh
1738
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
Up 50 60 grand
500 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
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
with my baby
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 might just snatch her a necklace
drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wantin' for nothin'
because I got her everything
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando
without dinero can't go
Remy Boyz got the stamp though
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 checkin' for my pockets
I'm like
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in your kitchen cookin' pies
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
50 60 grand
500 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
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 ho
Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'
Re Re Remy Boyz or nothin'