Trap Queen (Crankdat Remix)
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Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh

1738

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

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the 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

At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 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

At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though

Everybody hating, we just call them fans, though

In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go

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

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

In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go

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

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the 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

At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 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 lettin' go

Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh

1738

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

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the 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

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 lettin' go

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

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

In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' g

Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh

1738

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

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the 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

At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 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

At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though

Everybody hating, we just call them fans, though

In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go

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

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

In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go

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

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the 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

At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 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 lettin' go

Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh

1738

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

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the 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

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 lettin' go

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

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

In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' g

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