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 trap queen, let her hit the
We be up, watch how far them bands go
We set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 grams
Man, I swear I love her how she the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

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

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