Trap Queen

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