Fetty Wap - Trap Queen (Remix) lyrics

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Feat. French Montana

Seventy therty eight

I’m like hey, what’s up, hello

Seen your pretty ass as you came on the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Mary to the money, introduced her to my stove

And I ain’t gotta worry about I’m gone throw my phone

And I ain’t gotta back page fucking with the hoer

I ain’t gotta worry about popping up the show

Give a thirty bitch with that bitch down on the road

I’m in love with my baby, ah

Know so far I’m in charge with my baby

Doing large with my baby

I’m in hush with my baby

Doing large with my baby

Mammy do it grande, big shine for my baby

Ah going hard for my baby

Do the shit, get hard, wip hard for my baby

I’m in love with my baby

I don’t start in the rave with the stars that’s my baby

Find the Snoop Dog, John’s, Darien, happy can

This is last year talking nice and we represent

Trap queen Dominican, til the brain the bottles in

I got ten he got six, we gonna fuck for sixty ten

Ha, she fell in love with a dope dealer

Getting head in the Royce ghost face killan

Ha, she fell in love with a dope dealer

Getting head in the Royce ghost face killan

And I get high with my baby

I just love them all but I get fly with my baby

And I get roaf with my baby

I’ll be in the kitchen cooking floas with my baby

Yeah and I get roaf with my baby

I just love them all but I get fly with my baby

And I get roaf with my baby

I’ll be in the kitchen cooking floas with my baby

I hit the stupid on my trap queen

Cuz all we know is buis’ and I might jump a Ferrari

And buy my booming lime

And I might stanch and not gonna get this shit

I got a couple from the rent

Shit she ain’t want nothing because I got her everything

This bitch walk on the bend will be with me

And read with me while I can

Go rhyme me bush got instead

Don’t caught up benz all instead

Boy how fucking your banz are?

Gonna tell you one more what I need

Get fifty K and instead you wip it all from my pocket

And I get high with my baby

I just love them all but I get fly with my baby

And I get roaf with my baby

I’ll be in the kitchen cooking floas with my baby

Yeah and I get roaf with my baby

I just love them all but I get fly with my baby

And I get roaf with my baby

I’ll be in the kitchen cooking floas with my baby

I’m like hey, what’s up, hello

Since you pretty awesome as you came on the door

I just wanna chill, got a stuck for us to roll

Mary to the money, introduce you to my stove

Show her how to wipe it and now she remixing alone

She my trap queen now we rip on the hood

We’ve been cover up watch out how the banz blow

We just shot it thou, talking ‘bout you ain’t on bones

Fifty and get supreme for a hundred grando

Man I swear I love her how she get the _____(?)

If the straight blow you will let the man go?

Everybody hating and just call her friends, dog

In love with the money I ain’t never let go

I’ll be smoking dope and you know back is what I roll

________(?) and that’s for sure

All on in your house and I fuck your hoer

But burning and boys are knocking, boys are knocking

Yeah you here with my boy

Thanks to helen for correcting these lyrics