Trap Royalty

Remy Boyz, yeah
1738, ayy

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 sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remix it 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
In love with the money, I ain’t never letting go

And I get high with my baby (my baby)
I just left the mall I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (my baby)
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

And I get high with my baby (my baby)
I just left the mall I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (my baby)
I be in the kitchen cooking pies

I’m like: Hey, what’s up, hello