Quavo - Trap Queen (Remix) lyrics

rate me

(Verse: Fetty Wap)

I'm like 'hey, hassup, hello!

Seen yo pretty ass soon as ya came in that door

I just want to chill, got a sack fo' us to roll

Married to the money, introduced 'er to my stove

Showed 'er how to whip it, now she remixin' fo' low

She my trap queen, let 'er 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, 5 hunnid grams tho

Man, I swear I love 'er how she work the damn pole

Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

Everybody hating, we just call them fans tho

In love wit the money, I ain't never letting go

(Hook x2)

And I get high wit my baby, I just left the mall

I'm gettin' fly wit my baby, yeaah

And I can ride wit my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies wit my baby, yeaah

(Verse 2: Quavo)

I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello'

I met ya in the kitchen whippin' me a bando

And I'mma need ya to cook a baby

And when ya cook that baby, I'mma buy ya a Mercedes

Look at the thighs on 'er, oh, I want to ride on 'er

And we in a Coupe goin' crazy

Go to Venezuela, that's a get away vacation

She the trap queen, she cook it chaaa

I'm the trap king, I bring the cash (money)

Ya a pussy, so I took yo bag

If ya get $ wit yo baby say yeaah

(Hook x2)

And I get high wit my baby, I just left the mall

I'm gettin' fly wit my baby, yeaah

And I can ride wit my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies wit my baby, yeaah