Trap Queen (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Quavo

[Intro: Fetty Wap] 

Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh 

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[Bridge: Fetty Wap] 

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 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, talkin' 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 

[Hook x2: Fetty Wap] 

And I get high with my baby 

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

And I can ride with my baby 

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh 

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[Verse: Quavo] 

I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" 

I met you in the kitchen whippin' in a bando 

And Imma need you to cook a baby 

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

Look at the thighs on her 

Oh, I wanna ride on her 

And we in a coupe goin' crazy 

Go to Venezuela, that's a getaway vacation 

She the trap queen, she cook it 

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 "yeaaahhh" 

[Hook] 

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