Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your pretty ass as you came in that door
I just chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
her how to whip it, now she remixing for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how fast them go
We just set a goal, talkin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred though
Man, I swear she it how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
Everybody hating, we just them fans though
In love with the money, I ever letting go

And I get high with my
I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby, yeah, now
And I get high with my
I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my

Hit the strip with my trap 'cause all we know is bands
I might just snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a
I might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting for because I got her everything
And I'm up in the bando, dinero can't go
Remy boys got the stamp though, count up hella them though
How far can bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm living thousand K how I stand though
If you checking for my pockets I'm

Oh, I get high with my
I just left them all, I'm getting fly my baby, yeah
And I can with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeah, now
Oh, I get high with my
I just left them all, I'm fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby like,

"Hello."
Seen your pretty ass as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to
to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to it, now she remixing for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how them bands go
We just set a goal, matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a grams though
Man, I swear she it how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
Everybody hating, we just call them though
In with the money, I ain't ever letting go

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty s*** up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll f*** hoe
Remy Boyz or nothing, Boyz or...

Oh I get high with my
I left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby, now, now, now
And I get high with my
I just left them all, I'm getting fly my baby, now
And I can with my baby
I be in the cooking pies with my baby, now


Got a sack for us to