Trap Queen

'Trap Queen Remix'(Feat.Gucci Mane & Quavo)
Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh 1738
Im like 'Hey, whats 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 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 aint never letting go
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, Im 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, Im gettin fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin pies with my baby
Freshest nigga ever seen, pull up in a limousine
Hit you with a magazine, now they play a violin
Took that bitch right from your team
I turned that bitch, she work for me
First, they brought me 30 Gs
Next, they brought me 30 keys
I risk my life for 30 bricks
I swear to God Id do it again
Gucci Mane the topping trend
Trending topic, fuck I mean
Imma keep my pop a bean
Then grab that thing and hit your spleen
Count my money with machine
Hooder than a Cut Supreme
Irrational, Old National
With a bad bitch in a Grand National
Its just politics, Im taxing ya
Youre like a grilled cheese, nigga, Im smashing ya
You just a daddy boy, nigga, so your dad beats ya
10 Gs who find the boy, thats a finder fee
Holy macaroni, boy, youre Roly blinding me
And I tote the strap like every nigga signed to me
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, Im gettin fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin pies
Im like 'hey, whats up, hello'
Im like 'hey, whats up, hello'
I met you in the kitchen whippin in the bando
And Imma need you to cook a baby
And when you cook that baby, Imma buy you a Mercedes
Look at the thighs on her
Oh, I wanna ride on her
And we in a coupe goin crazy
Go to Venezuela, thats a getaway vacation
She the trap queen, she cook it
Im the trap king, I bring the cash
You a pussy, so I took your bag
If you get money with your baby say 'yeaaahhh'
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, Im gettin fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin pies
Im like 'hey, whats up, hello'