☆ Fetty Wap – TRAP NIGGAS _ Shot By @BrainFilmz

RGF prodution
Remy Boyz yeah
1738
I’m like Hey what’s up Hello
Seen your 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 remixing for low
She my trap queen
let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch
how far them bands go
We just set a goal
talking matching Lambos
A 50 60 grand five
hundred 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 ever letting go
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall
I’m getting fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall
I’m getting fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I’m like Hey what’s up Hello
She came whipping
that cake for the hustle
Ey she cooking that steak in the oven
Got by the side
she can bake by the dozen
Give a shake to the bitches
in front it’s nothing
Lambo bomb shell miss
who mix well
Fish scale hopping
out that V 12 this female
All about them eagles
Queen flips I’m on freak out
She sells seashells
hydro with that pyro
Getting money getting
it right though
white flow
Light though
Bobby got his eyes low
Ready for that pop though
Is that so
For that flow
We got us
And I get high with my baby
I’ma be the one that will
ride or die with ya baby
Yeah and I’ma slide for ya baby
I just wanna get a number one
with ya baby yeah
Freshest nigga ever seen
pull up in a Limousine
Hit you with a magazine
now they play a violin
Took that bitch right from your team
I turned that bitch 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 tree
Fuck I mean
I’mma keep my
Hit your spleen
Count my money with machine
Now you should know
Oh now you should know
With a bad bitch
and a grand national
It’s just politics I’m taxing ya
You’re like a grilled cheese
nigga I’m smashing ya
You just a daddy boy nigga
so your dad beats ya
Macaroni boy
you’re only blinding me
And I told the squad like
every nigga signed to me
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall I’m getting fly
with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I’m like Hey what’s up Hello
I’m like Hey what’s up Hello
I met you in the kitchen
whipping in a 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 going 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 pussy so I took your bag
If you get money
with your baby say yeah
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall I’m getting fly
with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I’m like Hey what’s up Hello