Trap Queen Songtext
von William Singe

I′m like "Hey, what's up? Hello"
Seen yo′ 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 remixin' 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 50, 60 grand, 500 grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, lookin′ fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
I get high with my baby (she take me higher)
I just left the mall, lookin′ fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah

High with my baby
I be the mall, gettin′ fly with my baby
I can ride for my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah