Karaoké Trap Queen Fetty Wap

Seventeen thirty-eight

Hey

I'm like hey what's up hello

Sit your pretty ass 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 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

A 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

In love with the money

I ain't ever letting go

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

I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cos all we know is bands

I just might snatch a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'

I just might snatch her a necklace

Drop a couple on a ring

She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything

It's big Zoo Wap

From the bando without dinero can't go

Remy boys got the stamp count up hella them bands

Though how far can your bands go?

Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K

How I stand though

If you checking for my pockets

I'm like

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

Sit your pretty ass 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 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

A 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

In love with the money

I ain't ever letting go

I be smoking dope and you know backwoods what I roll

Remy boy Fetty eating shit up that's fa sho

I'll run in ya house then I'll fuck your hoe

'Cos Remy boyz or nothing

Re-Re-Remy boyz or nothing

Yeah

You hear my boy sounding like a zillion bucks on a track

I got whatever on my boy whatever

Put your money where your mouth is

Money on the wood make the game go good money outta sight cause fights

Put up or shut up huh

Nittdagrit huh

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