Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Remix)

[Intro: Fetty
Remy Boyz,

[Bridge: Fetty
I'm "hey, what's 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 whip it, now she for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them go
We just set a goal, talkin' Lambos
Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 grams
Man, I I love her how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
Everybody hating, we just them fans though
In with the money, I ain't never letting go

[Hook x2: Fetty
And I get with my baby
I just the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby,

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