Fetty Wap - Trap Queen (Azealia Banks Remix) lyrics

rate me

feat. Azealia Banks, Quavo & Gucci Mane

I’m like hey, what’s up, hello

Since you pretty awesome, as you came at that door

I just wanna chill, got a sak for us to go

Marry to the money, introduce you to my stove

Show her how to wip it, now she remixin’ alone

She my trap queen let her hit the bado

We’ve been coutin’ on as I watch the fans go

We just set and go talk about your lambo

Have sixty fifty gran for a hundred grams thou

Man I swear I love her how she work the damn pole

Hit the street club, we’ll be landing on banz and roll

Everybody hatin’ we just call it fans thou

In love with the money, I ain’t never lettin’ go

(Hook)

And I am high with my baby

I just love ‘em all, I get fly with my baby

And I get rock with my baby

I’ll be in the kitchen cookin’ pals

I’m like hey, what’s up, hello

(Verse: Azealia Banks)

She came wippin’ that kick for the hustle

Ay, she cookin’ that stick in the oven

Got palls on a side I could bang and buzz it

Give a shake to the bitches who frontin’ this nuthin

Bein’ thou, bomb shell, be dismiss who mix well

Fish cale, hopin’ on that ____(?) this female

All about the egales, queen flips I’m on vigil, she says, he sais

High draw with it, pow boy

Get money and get right dog, sent that thing and send it right dog

Caught this banz to survival

You like thou, bodyguard his azlo

Peddy caught for that popper

Is that so, everything ____(?) we got drugs, we got us

(Hook: Azealia Banks)

And I am high with my baby

I’mma be the one who run and die with you baby

Yeah, yeah

And I’mma slide for my baby

I just wanna be your number one

(Verse: Gucci Mane)

First a nigga ever see, pull up in that limousine

Hit her with that magazine and now they play that violin

Take your bitch right from your team

I talk to that bitch that work for me

First they buy me thirty G and next they buy me thirty K

I wish my life be dirty, bitch I swear they can’t do it in a team

Gucci mane that type of queen

Trilling what the fuck you mean

I’mma keep that popper, been with brother, hit and bleed

Count my money, where was she?

Ooh get shit no, ooh nah shit no

With a bad bitch with it goin’ that shit no

It’s just fallin’ tips, I’m textin’ you

You like a grand chick nigga, I’m smashing you

You just a dead boy, it’s all you dare to be

And he will do find that boy, that’s for mama feed

All your macarole, it’s all you bangin’ me

Or I tell the square that I gave a nigga sign to me

(Hook)

(Verse)

I’m like hey, what’s up, hello

I meet you in the kitchen wipin’ in a bando

And I’mma need you to cook now baby

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

Yea, look at the tags on ‘em

Ooh, I wanna ride on ‘em

And we in the cook goin’ crazy

Blowin’ in and swetin’, it’s a getaway vacation

She the trap queen, she cookin’

I’m a trap queen, I bring it fast

You a pussy so I took you bad

If you get mind of what you baby say yeah

(Hook)