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 At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her how she work that 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 (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 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 I be in the kitchen cooking pies I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello" I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb' I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything It's Big ZooWap from the bando, remind me where I can't go Remy Boyz got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though Boy, how far can your bands go? Fetty Wap, I'm living fifty thousand K, how I stand tho If you checking for my pockets, I'm like 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 can ride 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" 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 At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her how she work that 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 I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boy Fetty eating shit up, that's fasho I'll run in your house, then I'll fuck your ho Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah Yeah, you hear my boy Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track I got whatever on my boy, whatever Put your money where your mouth is Money on the wood make the game go good Money out of sight cause fights Put up or shut up, huh? 🫢
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 At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her how she work that 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 (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 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 I be in the kitchen cooking pies I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello" I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb' I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything It's Big ZooWap from the bando, remind me where I can't go Remy Boyz got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though Boy, how far can your bands go? Fetty Wap, I'm living fifty thousand K, how I stand tho If you checking for my pockets, I'm like 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 can ride 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" 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 At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her how she work that 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 I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boy Fetty eating shit up, that's fasho I'll run in your house, then I'll fuck your ho Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah Yeah, you hear my boy Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track I got whatever on my boy, whatever Put your money where your mouth is Money on the wood make the game go good Money out of sight cause fights Put up or shut up, huh? Nitt Da Gritt, huh, RGF Productions Squad
I remember everyone used to sing this when I was a junior in high school back in 2015, so much nostalgia..makes me emotional
I'm a junior right now and I love this song remix
@@kavinelango1667 enjoy it bro, before you know it you’re gonna be looking back at the time you were in junior high
@@nellyc3669 school is useless I'm not gonna get any where besides debt because of college.
couldn’t agree more, this song makes me very emotional
Same I used to listen to this when I was 7 all the time lol
Trap queen needs a comeback album and we needed it last year
Yeah. I love Trap Queen 🔥
Frrrrr
@@loralyn5009pppp
Bro this song bring back too many memories
it’s crazy how i loved this song when i was 6-7
same i was like 8 😭
Literally same me and my dad was both loved this song so much😂
Bro same me and my dad would play it in the car all the time when I was like 8 😭 such good memories
You were too young
same😂
been my bop since 2015 😍☝️
i listen to this song every once in a while just to feel something.
Get some help
@@axk3l and who’s watching this video rn? 🤔
Real shit g
this was like my childhood-
its december 5 2022 and this is still my music this shi never gets old i swear
This bring back so memories when I was younger 🥲
Same! The nostalgia's strong with this one
I love u for this!!!🖤🖤
I love Trap Queen by Fetty Wap 😎🔥
me tooo thx for requesting this >:D
Who doesn’t 💯
@@shocklo1 We will always remember Fetty Wap's Trap Queen
@@JJ-oq3tz yessir
@@shocklo1 We love u
I had the biggest crush on Fetty when I was younger💀💀💀
💀
same omg bye
nah i still do
SAME… but who said I still didn’t…
@@jasminewalker8580 oop👀
BROOO WHAT EDIT OF DENJI, I NEED TO SEE ITTT
I FORGOT THE EDITOR INSTAS 😢 BUT I CAN SEND YOU THE EDIT!!
this is a bop ngll😍😍
loved this song omg
NOSTALGIC
My bop since 2016 ☝️💋
Still listen to thisssss
Fr no cap dis shit is good with AirPods on on full blast💥💥💥
greatest song to exist
Still hear this song till this day
thank you so much
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
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work that 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 (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 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
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
It's Big ZooWap from the bando, remind me where I can't go
Remy Boyz got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though
Boy, how far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap, I'm living fifty thousand K, how I stand tho
If you checking for my pockets, I'm like
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 can ride 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"
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
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work that 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
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy Fetty eating shit up, that's fasho
I'll run in your house, then I'll fuck your ho
Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah
Yeah, you hear my boy
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wood make the game go good
Money out of sight cause fights
Put up or shut up, huh?
🫢
bro really copy and pasted the whole lyrics LMAO
this song hits
Baby wap 👌
I’m sorry but this slaps
why are you sorry
Idk@@croaxidc5503
I STILL HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM
Denji the goat😉
fr makima lookin shook keep getting me tho lmaooo
spotifyyyyyyy pleaseeeeee 😍
locked in since 2015🤞🔒
AHHH I remember musically era !!^^
Good old times🎉
remy boi fetty
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
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work that 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 (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 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
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
It's Big ZooWap from the bando, remind me where I can't go
Remy Boyz got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though
Boy, how far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap, I'm living fifty thousand K, how I stand tho
If you checking for my pockets, I'm like
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 can ride 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"
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
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work that 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
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy Fetty eating shit up, that's fasho
I'll run in your house, then I'll fuck your ho
Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah
Yeah, you hear my boy
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wood make the game go good
Money out of sight cause fights
Put up or shut up, huh?
Nitt Da Gritt, huh, RGF Productions
Squad
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1738 YAH!!
Fetty Wap carried CARRIED 2015-2017
This, 679 and my way were my jam in the 3rd grade
In 2022 this song is so good🙃😁
WHAT THIS USED TO BE MY FAV SONG IN LIKE 2020😨
🔥
Damn
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Listening From 2024
Who else listened to this on the bus in 2nd grade?
I was in 8th grade when this song came out 😭😭😭
@@magsvro66688th grade is wild asf I wasn’t even 8 😂
1738
Nickname.. Pockets with Pies with my Babies
❣️❣️❣️
nah this is some 6th grade home comeing music 😭
..🎶🎧
Ahhhh
2023
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WWW
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