William Singe - Trap Queen lyrics

[Verse 1] 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, 5000 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 [Chorus] 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 get high with my baby (She take me higher) I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh And I can ride with my baby And I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh High with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby And I can ride with for baby And I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh