Fetty Wap - Trap Queen (Remix feat. Azealia Banks, Quavo & Gucci Mane) lyrics

[Intro] Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh 1738 [Bridge] I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello" Seen yo pretty a** 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, 500 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 1: 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, yeaaahhh And I can ride 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 I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello" [Verse 1: Azealia Banks] She came whipping that cake for the hustle Ey, she cooking that steak in the oven Got pies on the side I can bake by the dozen Give a shake to them b**hes in front of it, it's nothing Bando, bomb shell, miss miss who mix well Fish scale, hopping out that V-12, this female All about them eagles Queen flips, I'm on regal She sells seashells, hydro with that pyro Getting money, getting it right though [?] that white flow Contraband for survival, you light though Bobby got his eyes low Ready for that pop, though Is that so? Anything for that guap flow We got d**, you got us [Hook 2: Azealia Banks] And I get high with my baby I'ma be the one that will ride or die with ya baby Yeah, and I'ma slide for ya baby I just wanna get a number one with ya baby, yeah [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Freshest n***a ever seen, pull up in a Limousine Hit you with a magazine, now they play a violin Took that b**h right from your team I turned that b**h, she work for me First they brought me 30 Gs Next they brought me 30 keys I risk my life for 30 bricks I swear to God I'd do it again Gucci mane the topping tree [?] f** I mean I'mma keep my [?] [?] hit your spleen Count my money with machine [?] Now you should know Oh, now you should know With a bad b**h and a grand national It's just politics, I'm taxing ya You're like a grilled cheese, n***a, I'm smashing ya You just a daddy boy, n***a, so your dad beats ya 10 G's who find the boy, that's a finder fee Macaroni, boy, you're only blinding me And I told the squad like every n***a signed to me [Hook] 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, yeaaahhh And I can ride 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 I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello" [Verse 3: 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 p**y, so I took your bag If you get money with your baby say "yeaaahhh" [Hook] 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 I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello"