Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Remix)

[Intro: Wap]
Boyz, yeaahhhh

[Bridge: Fetty
I'm like "hey, up, hello"
Seen yo ass soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to
Married to the money, her to my stove
Showed her how to it, now she remixin' for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin'
Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 though
Man, I swear I love her how she the damn pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never go

[Hook x2: Wap]
And I get high my baby
I just left the mall, I'm fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies my baby, yeeaahhh

Quavo]
I'm like "hey, up, hello"
I met you in the kitchen in a bando
And Imma need you to cook a
And when you cook that baby, I'mma buy you a
Look at the on her
Oh, I wanna on her
And we in a goin' crazy
Go to Venezuela, that's a vacation
She the trap queen, she it
I'm the trap king, I bring the
You a pussy, so I your bag
If you get money your baby say "yeaaahhh"