Listen to Trap Queen (feat. Quavo & Gucci Mane) by Fetty Wap

Trap Queen (feat. Quavo & Gucci Mane)

Fetty Wap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Fetty Wap

Vocals

Gucci Mane

Vocals

Quavo

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tony Fadd

Songwriter

Willie Maxwell

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Tony Fadd

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Remy Boyz, yeah

1738

[Verse 2]

I'm like hey, what's 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 remixing for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be counting up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos

Got fifty, sixty grand, five 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

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

[Verse 3]

And I get high with my baby

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

And I can ride with my baby

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

And I can ride with my baby

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

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies, I'm like hey, what's up, hello?

[Verse 4]

Freshest **** ever seen, pull up in a limousine

Hit you with a magazine, now they play a violin

Take that bitch right from your team

I told that bitch she work for me

First they brought me thirty Gs

Next, they brought me thirty keys

I risk my life for thirty bricks

I swear to God I'd do it again

Gucci Mane, the topping trend

Trending topic, fuck I mean?

I'ma 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

It's just politics, I'm taxing ya

You're like a grilled cheese, ****, I'm smashing ya

You just a daddy boy, ****, so your daddy beats

Ten Gs, who find the boy

That's a finder's fee

Holy macaroni, boy, your Rollie blinding me

And I told the scrub like every **** signed to me

[Verse 5]

And I could ride with my baby

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

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies, I'm like hey, what's up, hello?

[Verse 6]

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

I met you in the kitchen, whipping in the bando

And I'ma need you to cook up, baby

And when you cook that baby I'ma buy you a Mercedes

Look at the thighs on her

Oh, I wanna ride on her

And we in a coupe going crazy

Go to Venezuela, that's a getaway vacation

She the trap queen, she cook it, yeah

I'm the trap king, I bring the cash

You a pussy so I took your bag

If you get money with your baby say yeah

[Verse 7]

And I could ride with my baby

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies, I'm like hey, what's up, hello?

Written by: Tony Fadd, Willie Maxwell II

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