Trap Queen (feat. Azealia Banks, Quavo & Gucci Mane)

RGF Production
Remy Boyz, yeah
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I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"
Seen yo' 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' 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

And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"

She came whipping that cake for the hustle
Ayy, she cooking that steak in the oven
Got pies on the side I can bake by the dozen
Give a shake to them bitches in front of it, it's nothing
Bando, bomb shell, miss miss who mix well
Fish scale, hopping out that V-12, this female
All about them eagles
Queen flips, I'm on regal

She sells seashells, hydro with that pyro
Getting money, getting it right though
Sandy Teens, that white flow
Contraband for survival, you light though
Bobby got his eyes low
Ready for that pop, though
Is that so?
Anything for that guap flow
We got drugs, you got us, uh

And I get high with my baby
I'ma be the one to ride or die with ya baby
Yeah, yeah, and I'ma slide for my baby
I just wanna be ya number one (Guwop) baby, baby (go), yeah, yeah

Freshest nigga ever seen, pull up in a Limousine
Hit you with a magazine, now they play the violin
Take yo' bitch right from your team
I turned that bitch, she work for me
First they brought me 30 Gs
Next they brought me 30 keys (skrrt!)
I risk my life for 30 bricks
I swear to God do it again

Gucci Mane the topping tree
Trending topic, fuck, I mean
I'ma keep up, pop a bean
Put my dick in, hit your spleen
Count my money with machine
Hurt her then I cussed her brick
Now you should know
Oh, now you should know

With a bad bitch and a grand national
It's just politics, I'm taxing ya
You're like a grilled cheese, nigga, I'm smashing ya
You just a daddy boy, nigga, so your dad beats ya
Ten G's who find the boy, that's a finder fee
Holy macaroni, boy, you're only blinding me
And I told the squad like every nigga signed to me

And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello" (Quavo!)

I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (hello)
I met you in the kitchen whippin' in a bando (bando)
And I'ma need you to cook a baby (baby)
And when you cook that baby, I'ma buy you a Mercedes, yeah (go)
Look at the thighs on her (ugh, bad thighs)
Oh, I wanna ride on her (ride, ride, go, ugh)
And we in a coupe goin' crazy (crazy)
Go to Venezuela, that's a getaway vacation (vacation)
She the trap queen, she cook it, yeah (yeah)
I'm the trap king, I bring the cash (money, woo)
You a pussy, so I took your bag (pussy)
If you get money with your baby say "Yeah" (yeah, ugh)

And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"