Trap Queen Cover Ft Josh Levi

Intro: I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" Seen your pretty face 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 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though Man, I swear I love her how she working on the 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 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 Ride with my baby, ride ride I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb' I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything And Iâ??m up in the bando, without deniro can't go Remi boys got extendo, count up bands tho How far can your Benz go? Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho If you checking out my pockets hol' up 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 Ride with my baby, ride ride --Em D G-- And I get high with my baby Fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah Ride with my baby I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby Ride with my baby, ride ride