Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Remix)

[Intro: Wap]
Boyz, yeaahhhh

[Bridge: Fetty
I'm like "hey, up, hello"
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you in that door
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
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 bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin'
Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 though
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
hating, we just 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 pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

[Verse:
I'm like "hey, up, hello"
I met you in the kitchen in a bando
And Imma you to cook a baby
And when you cook that baby, buy you a Mercedes
at the thighs on her
Oh, I wanna on her
And we in a coupe goin'
Go to Venezuela, that's a vacation
She the trap queen, she it
I'm the king, I bring the cash
You a pussy, so I took bag
If you get money your baby say "yeaaahhh"