Текст песни Trap King

I'm like: Hey, what's up, hello Seen yo pretty, as soon as you came in the door I just wanna chill Got a sack for us to roll Married to the money Introduced to my stove Showed her how to whip it Now remixin' for low He my trap king Let him 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 500 grams though Man, i swear i love how He 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 And i get high with my baby I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby (yeah) And i can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies to my baby (yeah) And i get high with my baby My trap king Let him hit the bando I'm like "Hey, waht's up, hello" And i get high with my baby I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby (yeah) And i can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (yeah) And i get high with my baby I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby (yeah) And i can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (yeah) And i get high with my baby My trap king Let him hit the bando I'm like: Hey, what's up, hello