French Montana - Trap Queen (French Montana / Fabolous Remix) lyrics

[Intro] It's the shake the block boys Bobby trends Trap Queen Remix Fetty Wap, Montana, Fabolous Remix, Remix, Remix [Bridge] I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" Seen yo pretty a** 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 [Verse 1: French Montana] And I ain't gotta worry bout her going through my phone (Haan) And I ain't got a Backpage f**ing with them hoes (Haan) I ain't gotta worry bout her popping up a show (Haan) Give a 36, put that b**h out on the road I'm in love with my baby (Haan) No Safaree, I'm Minaj with my baby (Yaah, Haan) Doing large with my baby (Haan) Mammy do it Grande, Big Sean with my baby (Yaah, Haan) Going hard for my baby (Haan) When sh** get hard, whip hard with my baby (Yaah) I'm in love with my baby (Haan) I'm a star in the rave, with the stars with my baby Talking Snoop Dogg, Juice and Gin Don Juan pimping king This is our year Talking Nas here (we represent) Trap Queen, Dominican, tell her bring the bottles in I got ten, he got six, we gon f** from 6 to 10 (Haan) She fell in love with a dope dealer (Haan) Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface k**ah (Haan) She fell in love with a dope dealer (Haan) Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface k**ah (Haan) [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, yeeaahhh 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, yeeaahhh [Verse 2: Fabolous] She walked in, it's like a hello She know they be watching if she shake it like jello She know I'm the plug, she could get f**ed on the low Told her bring the lala, get a 7 like Melo (Swish) She about her paper but tonight we on rillos And I get high with my baby Catch a late flight, red eye with my baby (yeah, yeah) Get the munchies with my baby Breakfast in bed then lunch is on my baby She tell me to beat it up, throw some punches at my baby (Yah) She gon' feel it in her guts, stomach crunches with my baby (Yah) Then she gon' put that work in, then she move that work out My last chick got fat, sorry she ain't workout (I told her) You know the game so don't worry bout the cheat codes (I told her) Why throw it all away when you got beast mode (I told her) Girl you rocking with the coldest on the east coast (I told her) Take a pic hands crossed, Young OG pose [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, yeeaahhh 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, yeeaahhh [Verse 3: Fetty Wap] I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb' I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring She ain't wantin' 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, though 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 checkin' for my pockets I'm like [Hook: 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, yeeaahhh 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, yeeaahhh [Bridge: Fetty Wap] 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 [Outro: Fetty Wap] I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boy, Fetty eating sh** up that's fasho I'll run in ya house, then I'll f** your ho Cause Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'