Trap Queen (Workout Mix 136 BPM)

Remy Boyz, yeah
1738, Uh

I'm like, "Hey, what's up?" Hello
Seen your pretty smile soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got the sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Show her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
She my trap queen, let her in the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
A fifty-six a gram, five a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she walk the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
Everybody hatin', we just call them friends, though
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go

And I get high with my baby, baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby (Yeah, yeah)
And I can ride with my baby, baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (Yeah, yeah)
And I can ride with my baby, baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (Yeah, yeah)
And I can ride with my baby, baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies

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

I love my trap queen
'Cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch a Ferrari
And buy my boo a Lambo
Just might snatch her a necklace
Drop a couple on a ring
She don't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
She show up from the bando with my marijuana candle

Remy Boyz got them sandals, count up, head out the penthouse
Boy, how far can your bands go?
Pay you off, I'm leavin' fifty thousand K on the stand though
If you checkin' for my pockets, I'm like

And I get high with my baby, baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby (Yeah, yeah)
And I can ride with my baby, baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (Yeah, yeah)
And I can ride with my baby, baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (Yeah, yeah)
And I can ride with my baby, baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies

I'm like, "Hey, what's up?" Hello
Seen your pretty smile soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got the sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Show her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
She my trap queen, let her in the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
A fifty-six a gram, five a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she walk the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
Everybody hatin', we just call them friends, though
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go

I've been smokin' nothin', you know that's just what I roll
Remy Boyz tatted, stick up, that's for sure
I'll run in your house and then snuff your hoe
Remy Boyz turn nothin' up, R-R-Remy Boyz turn nothin' up

And I get high with my baby, baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby (Yeah, yeah)
And I can ride with my baby, baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (Yeah, yeah)
And I can ride with my baby, baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (Yeah, yeah)
And I can ride with my baby, baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies

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

Yeah
You hear, my boy?
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
I call whatever, my boy, whatever
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wall make the game go good
Money outta sight cause fights
Put up or shut up, huh?
Mr. GRiN, huh
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