Quavo - Trap Queen (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Fetty Wap] Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh 1738 [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, 5 100 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 x2: 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 [Verse: 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]