Trap Queen (Cover)

作曲：MATSULEVICH ANTON,TONY FADD,MAXWELL WILLIE II,FETTY WAP

作词：MATSULEVICH ANTON,TONY FADD,MAXWELL WILLIE II,FETTY WAP

audio production

remy boys yeah

seventeen thirty eight

i'm like hey what's up hello

seen your pretty ** 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 remixing for the low

know 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

i'm fifty sixty 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 though

i'm 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 yeah

and i can ride with my baby

i be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah

and i get high with my baby

the mall i'm getting fly with my baby yeah 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 quick

'cause all we know is bands

i just might snatch up a rari and buy my boo a lamb

i just might snatch up a necklace

drop a couple on a ring

she ain't wantin' for nothin'

because i got her everything

it picks you up from the bando

with my mirror i can't go

remy boys got the stand though

kind a hell of a bando

boy i'm ** you bands go

find it one hundred and fifty thousand k

how i stand though

if you checking for my pockets hella

and i get high with my baby baby

i just left the mall i'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah

and i can ride with my baby my baby

i be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah

and i get high with my baby baby

i just left the mall i'm getting fly with my baby yeah

yeah and i can ride with my baby my baby

i be in the kitchen cooking pies

i'm like hey what's up hello

seen your pretty ** 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 remix 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

i'm fifty six a grand prob a hundred grams though

man i swear i love her how she wanna that 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 **

you know backwoods what i roll

remy boy's fat ain't eating ** up that's for sure

i'll be in your house then i'll ** your hoe

cause remy boys ain't nothing

remy remy boys ain't nothing

yeah me and my boy

sounding like a zillion bucks on the track i got

put your money where your mouth is

money on the wood make the game go