Karaoke Track: Trap Queen by Fetty Wap (Sunfly)

1738
Hey I&#39;m like
Hey what&#39;s up? Hello

Seen your pretty ass
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&#39; for low
she my trap queen
let her hit the hando

We be countin&#39; up
watch how far
them hands go

we iust set a goal

talkin&#39; matchin&#39; Lamhos

Got 50, 60 grand
proh&#39;ly 100 grams though

man I swear I love her
how she work
the damn pole

Hit the strip club
we be letting hands go
everybody hating we iust
call them fans though

In love with the money
I ain&#39;t never letting go

and I get high
with my baby

I just left the mall

I&#39;m getting fly
with my baby yeah

And I can ride
with my baby

I be in the kitchen
cooking pies
with my baby yeah

And I can ride
with my baby

I just left the mall
I&#39;m getting fly
with my baby yeah

And I can ride
with my baby

I he in the kitchen
cooking pies
with my baby

It&#39;s big Zoo Wap from
the hando without dinero
can&#39;t go Remy boys got
the stamp count up
hella them hands though

How far can
your hands go?
Fetty Wap I&#39;m living fifty
thousand K how I stand
though if you checking
for my pockets I&#39;m like

And I get high
with my baby

I just left the mall
I&#39;m getting fly
with my baby yeah

And I can ride
with my baby

I be in the kitchen
cooking pies
with my baby yeah

And I can ride
with my baby

I just left the mall
I&#39;m getting fly
with my baby yeah

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&#39; for low
she my trap queen
let her hit the hando

We be countin&#39; up
watch how far
them hands go

we iust set a goal

talkin&#39; matchin&#39; Lamhos

Got 50, 60 grand
proh&#39;ly 100 grams though

man I swear I love her
how she work
the damn pole

Hit the strip club
we be letting hands go
everybody hating we iust
call them fans though

In love with the money
I ain&#39;t never letting go
I&#39;ll be smoking dope
and you know Backwoods
what I roll

Remy Boy Fetty eating
swt up that&#39;s for sure

I&#39;ll run in your house
and I&#39;ll fwk your Wee