Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen

I'm hey, wassup, hello
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
her how to whip it now she remix it for low
She my trap let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far bands go
We just selling dope, matching lambos
Got 50 60 prob 100 grams though
Man I swear I her how she work that damn pole
Hit the strip club we be letting go
Everybody we just call them fans though
In love with the money I ain't letting go

And I get high with my
I just left the mall I'm fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, yeahh

And I get with my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby, yeahh

I hit the strip my trap queen
all we know is bands
I just snatch up a Rari
And buy my boo a
I just snatch up a necklace
Drop a on a ring
She ain't it for nothin'
I got her everything
Bitch you up on the
Ride with me where I go
boys got extendo
Count up hella tho
I'll fuck in benz hoe
Wap I'm living fifty thousand
K how I tho
If you for my pockets I'm like

And I get high with my
I just the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right my baby
I be in the cooking pies with my baby, yeahh

And I get right with my
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I get right with my
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby

I'm like hey, wassup,
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
Showed her how to it now she remix it for low
She my queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far them go
We just selling dope, talking lambos
Got 50 60 grams prob 100 though
Man I swear I her how she work that damn pole
Hit the strip we be letting them bands go
Everybody hating we call them fans though
In love the money I ain't never letting go

I be smoking and you know Backwoods what I roll
Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll ya ho
Remy boyz are nuttin' re-re-remy are nuttin'