​trap ♥ queen

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 line for us to blow
Married to the track, introduced him to my stove
Showed him how to whip it, now he's remixin' my song
He my trap queen, makin' art like Van Gogh
We be shackin' up, watch how far these hands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams tho
Damn, I swear I love him how he lays the damn pole
Hit the gay club and I'm dancing with my girls
Everybody hatin', I just pop a xan though
In love with money, I ain't never lettin' go

And I'm on fleek with my baby
I just left the street I'm buyin' E with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen baking soda with my baby yeah
And I'm on fleek with my baby
I just left the street I'm buyin' E with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen baking soda with my baby yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

He my trap queen, makin' art like Van Gogh
Trap queen