Trap Queen

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

Seen your pretty face soon as you came in the door

I just want to chill got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money introduce you to my stove

Showed her how to whip and now remixing for low

She my trap queen let her hit the Bendo

We been countin' up watching how far them bands go

We just let it go, talking matching Lambo's

Fifty, sixty grand, brought a hundred grams though

Man, I swear I love her how she working on the pole

Hit the strip club we be lettin' bands go

Everybody hatin' 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 gettin' fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking prize with my baby, yeah

Yeah, I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall gettin' fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

Ride with my baby, ride, ride

I hit the strip on my track queen

'Cause all we know is bands

I snagged your Ferrari, about my boo and them

I'ma snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring

She ain't want it for nothing because I got her everything

And I'm up in the Bendo, with an arrow it can go

Remy boys got the stamp though

Countin' my bands though

How far can your bands go?

Fetty Wap won't let them fifty thousand kilos stand though

If you're checking for my pockets, I'm like

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall gettin' fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking prize with my baby, yeah

Yeah, and I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall gettin' fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

Ride with my baby, ride, ride

And I get high with my baby

Fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking prize with my baby, yeah

Ride with my baby

I just left the mall gettin' fly with my baby, yeah

I can ride with my baby

Ride with my baby, ride, ride