文本歌词

TRAP QUEEN (135 BPM) - D'Mixmasters
Written by：Maxwell
Hello
Seen your pretty a** soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill got a back for us to roll
Married to the money introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it
Now she remixing for low
She my trap queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal talking matching lambos
Got fifty sixty grand prob a hundred grams though
Man I swear I love her how she work the d**n job
Hit the d**n club we be letting bands go
Everybody hating we just call them fans though
In love with the money
I ain't ever letting go
And I getting fly with my baby baby
I just left the mall
I'm getting fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby 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'm getting fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
What's up hello
I hit the strip with my trap queen
Cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch a rari and buy my boo a lamb
I just might snatch her a necklace
Drop a couple on a ring
She ain't want for nothing
Because I got her everything
It's big zoo wap from the bando
Without dinero can't go
Remy boys got the stamp
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 checking for my pockets I'm like
And I getting fly with my baby baby
I just left the mall
I'm getting fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby 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'm getting fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I'm like hey what's up hello
Seen your pretty a** soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill got a back for us to roll
Married to the money introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it
Now she remixing for low
She my trap queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal talking matching lambos
Got fifty sixty grand prob a hundred grams though
Man I swear I love her how she work the d**n job
Hit the d**n club we be letting bands go
Everybody hating we just call them fans though
In love with the money
I ain't ever letting go
You be smoking honey and you know backwoods what I roll
Remy boy fetty eating sh*t up that's for sure
I'll run in you house then I'll f**k your h*e
Cause remy boyz or nothing
Re re remy boyz or nothing
Yeah you hear my boy
Sounding like a zillion bucks on a track
I got whatever on my boy whatever
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wood make the game go good
Money outta sight cause fights
Put up or shut up
Uh
Nitt da gritt
Uh rgf productions