I’m like “hey, what’s up, hello”
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
And I can ride with my baby
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
In love with the money, I ain’t never letting go
I just left the mall, I’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
I be in the kitchen cookin’ pies with my baby, yeaaahhh
Trap Queen
“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, I’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin’ pies with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin’ pies with my baby