Trap Queen Fetty Wap
[G]I'm like, "Hey, what's up? He[Em]llo."
Seen your pretty a[F]ss soon as you came in that [C]door
I just wanna chi[Em]ll, got a sack for us to rol[F]l
Married to the mo[C]ney, introduced her to my stov[Em]e
Showed her how to[F] whip it, now she remixin' for l[C]ow
She my trap quee[Em]n, let her hit the band[F]o
We be countin' [C]up, watch how far them bands g[Em]o
We just set a goa[F]l, talkin' matchin' Lambos[C]
Got 50, 60 grand,[Em] five hundred grams thoug[F]h
Man, I swear I love [C]her how she work the damn po[Em]le
Hit the strip club[F], we be letting bands g[C]o
Everybody hating[Em], we just call them fans th[F]ough
In love with the mo[C]ney, I ain't ever letting [Em]go
And I get hi[G]gh with my baby
[Am]I just left the mall, I'm get[G]ting fly with my baby, ye[Am]ah
And I can ri[G]de with my baby
[Am]I be in the kitchen cooking [G]pies with my baby, yea[Am]h
And I can ri[G]de with my baby
[Am]I just left the mall, I'm [G]getting fly with my baby, ye[Am]ah
And I can ri[G]de with my baby
[Am]I be in the kitchen co[G]oking pies with my ba[Am]by
(I'm like, "Hey, what's up? H[Em]ello.")
I hit the strip with my[F] trap queen 'cause all we know is[C] bands
I just might snatch a '[Em]Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'[F]
I just might snatch her [C]a necklace, drop a couple on a r[Em]ing
She ain't wanting for not[F]hin' because I got her everything[C]
It's big Zoo Wap from th[Em]e bando, without dinero can't g[F]o
Remy boys got the stamp,[C] count up hella them bands thou[Em]gh
How far can your bands [F]go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fift[C]y thousand K how I stand thou[Em]gh
If you checking for my po[F]ckets I'm like
And I get hi[G]gh with my baby
[Am]I just left the mall, I'm get[G]ting fly with my baby, ye[Am]ah
And I can ri[G]de with my baby
[Am]I be in the kitchen cooking [G]pies with my baby, yea[Am]h
And I can ri[G]de with my baby
[Am]I just left the mall, I'm [G]getting fly with my baby, ye[Am]ah
And I can ri[G]de with my baby
[Am]I be in the kitchen co[G]oking pies with my ba[Am]by
I be smoking do[F]pe and you know Backwoods what I r[C]oll
Remy Boy, Fetty[Em] eating sh*t up that's fasho[F]
I'll run in ya [C]house, then I'll f**k your h[Em]oe
'Cause Remy Boy[F]z or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothi[C]ng
Yeah, you hear[Em] my boy
Sounding like [F]a zillion bucks on a tra[C]ck
I got whatever[Em] on my boy, whatever[F]
Put your money [C]where your mouth i[Em]s
Money on the wo[F]od make the game go go[C]od
Money outta sight[Em] cause fights
Put[F] up or shut up
[C]Uh, Nittdagrit
[Em]RGF productions
S-quad
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