Trap Queen

I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"

See your pretty ass soon as you came in that door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixing for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos

Got fifty, sixty grand, five hundred grams, though

Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole

Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go

Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though

In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall, lookin' fly with my baby

Yeah, I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen, cookin' pies with my baby, yeah

And I get high with my baby, she take my higher

I just left the mall, lookin' fly with my baby

Yeah, yeah, I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen, cookin' pies with my baby, yeah

High with my baby

I be in the mall, gettin' fly with my baby

I can ride for my baby

I be in the kitchen, cookin' pies with my baby, yeah