[00:00.00]"Trap Queen Remix"(Feat.Gucci Mane & Quavo)
[00:05.73]Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh 1738
[00:14.80]I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello"
[00:16.61]Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
[00:19.83]I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
[00:23.15]Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
[00:26.21]Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
[00:29.65]She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
[00:32.76]We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
[00:36.04]We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
[00:38.95]Got 50, 60 grand, 500 grams though
[00:42.27]Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
[00:45.78]Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
[00:48.66]Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
[00:52.08]In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
[00:55.75]And I get high with my baby
[00:57.75]I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
[01:02.18]And I can ride with my baby
[01:04.15]I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeaaahhh
[01:08.38]And I can ride with my baby
[01:10.64]I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
[01:14.82]And I can ride with my baby
[01:17.03]I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
[01:20.61]Freshest b*****s ever seen, pull up in a limousine
[01:23.73]Hit you with a magazine, now they play a violin
[01:26.80]Took that b***h right from your team
[01:28.66]I turned that b***h, she work for me
[01:30.37]First, they brought me 30 Gs
[01:31.92]Next, they brought me 30 keys
[01:33.49]I risk my life for 30 bricks
[01:35.10]I swear to God I'd do it again
[01:36.75]Gucci Mane the topping trend
[01:38.51]Trending topic, b***h I mean
[01:39.88]I'mma keep my pop a bean
[01:41.44]Then grab that thing and hit your spleen
[01:43.09]Count my money with machine
[01:44.75]Hooder than a Cut Supreme
[01:46.37]Irrational, Old National
[01:49.08]With a bad b***h in a Grand National
[01:52.25]It's just politics, I'm taxing ya
[01:55.47]You're like a grilled cheese, b***h, I'm smashing ya
[01:59.19]You just a daddy boy, b***h, so your dad beats ya
[02:02.01]10 G's who find the boy, that's a finder fee
[02:05.14]Holy macaroni, boy, you're Roly blinding me
[02:08.46]And I tote the strap like every b***h signed to me
[02:11.58]And I get high with my baby
[02:15.49]I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
[02:19.56]And I can ride with my baby
[02:21.82]I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
[02:25.49]I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
[02:26.58]I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
[02:28.79]I met you in the kitchen whippin' in the bando
[02:32.02]And Imma need you to cook a baby
[02:35.18]And when you cook that baby, I'mma buy you a Mercedes
[02:38.55]Look at the thighs on her
[02:41.46]Oh, I wanna ride on her
[02:44.58]And we in a coupe goin' crazy
[02:48.20]Go to Venezuela, that's a getaway vacation
[02:51.48]She the trap queen, she cook it
[02:53.94]I'm the trap king, I bring the cash
[02:57.77]You a b***h, so I took your bag
[03:00.53]If you get money with your baby say "yeaaahhh"
[03:04.36]And I get high with my baby
[03:07.88]I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
[03:11.95]And I can ride with my baby
[03:14.02]I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
[03:16.46]I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"

"Trap Queen Remix"(Feat.Gucci Mane & Quavo)
Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh 1738
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, 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
Freshest b*****s ever seen, pull up in a limousine
Hit you with a magazine, now they play a violin
Took that b***h right from your team
I turned that b***h, she work for me
First, they brought me 30 Gs
Next, they brought me 30 keys
I risk my life for 30 bricks
I swear to God I'd do it again
Gucci Mane the topping trend
Trending topic, b***h I mean
I'mma keep my pop a bean
Then grab that thing and hit your spleen
Count my money with machine
Hooder than a Cut Supreme
Irrational, Old National
With a bad b***h in a Grand National
It's just politics, I'm taxing ya
You're like a grilled cheese, b***h, I'm smashing ya
You just a daddy boy, b***h, so your dad beats ya
10 G's who find the boy, that's a finder fee
Holy macaroni, boy, you're Roly blinding me
And I tote the strap like every b***h signed to me
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
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
I met you in the kitchen whippin' in the bando
And Imma need you to cook a baby
And when you cook that baby, I'mma buy you a Mercedes
Look at the thighs on her
Oh, I wanna ride on her
And we in a coupe goin' crazy
Go to Venezuela, that's a getaway vacation
She the trap queen, she cook it
I'm the trap king, I bring the cash
You a b***h, so I took your bag
If you get money with your baby say "yeaaahhh"
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
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"