Trap Queen Freestyle

[Intro: Fetty Wap] Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh 1738 [Verse 1: Fetty Wap] 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, 5 100 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 letting go [Hook: Fetty Wap] x2 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, yeeaahhh [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] The Rollie rose gold And the car, it needs help cause it's got suicide doors And she keep the trap clean, cause she a trap queen 20 bands in some denim, we call 'em trap jeans I'm like hey, wassup, hello, and then I'm like goodbye When the pack be gettin' low, the plug on the way He bringin' us another load It's 64 a show and 750 for an O And all my niggas hittas, they gon' let that pain go They like "Gotti get money," I'm like, "How the fuck you know?" Pull up in that Wraith, I gotta let that money show My niggas in NY, they be fuckin' with the snow My niggas in New Jersey, they know all about the blow And I'm the trap king, nigga, plug goin' strong The page is touchdown and my niggas goin' long If you ain't gettin' money then you know your trap wrong Old school flip, we call that shit a trap phone [Hook: Fetty Wap]