Trap Queen - Fetty Wap Remy boyz yeaahhhh 1738 I-I'm like hey what's up hello Seen you 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 talking matchin' lambos Got 50 60 grand 5 100 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 And i get high with my baby baby I just left the mall i'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh And i can ride with my baby baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeeaahhh And i can ride with my baby I just left the mall i'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh And i can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my 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 necklace drop a couple on a ring She ain't want it for nothing because i got her everything Bitch you up in the bando without deniro can't go Remi boys got extendo count up hella bands tho How far can your benz go Fetty wap i'm living fifty thousand k how i stand tho If you checking out my pockets hol' up And i get high with my baby baby I just left the mall i'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh And i can ride with my baby baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeeaahhh And i can ride with my baby baby I just left the mall i'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh And i can ride with my baby baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies i'm like hey wassup hello Seen you 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 talking matchin' lambos Got 50 60 grand 5 100 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 I be smoking dope and you know backwoods what i roll Remy boy fetty eating shit up that's fasho I'll run in your house then i'll fuck your ho Cause remy boyz or nothing re-re-remy boyz or nothing