Trap Queen
Fetty Wap Feat. French Montana & Quavo Lyrics


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Remy Boyz, yah
1738, ay
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 remixin' for low
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout her going through my phone (Haan)
And I ain't got a Backpage fucking with them hoes (Haan)
I ain't gotta worry 'bout her popping up a show (Haan)
Give a 36, put that bitch out on the road
I'm in love with my baby (Haan)
No Safaree, I menage with my baby (Yaah, Haan)
Do it large with my baby (Haan)
Mami do it Grande, Big Sean with my baby (Yaah, Haan)
Going hard for my baby (Haan)
When shit get hard, whip hard with my baby (Yaah)
I'm in love with my baby (Haan)
I'm a star in the Wraith, with the stars with my baby
Talking Snoop Dogg, Juice and Gin
Don Juan pimping king
This is our year
Talkin' Nas here, we represent
Trap Queen, Dominican, tell her bring the bottles in
I got ten, he got six, we gon' fuck from 6 to 10 (Haan)
She fell in love with a dope dealer (Haan)
Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface Killah (Haan)
She fell in love with a dope dealer (Haan)
Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface Killah (Haan)

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 can ride 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

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 Zoo Wap 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 livin' 50 thousand K how I stand though
If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like

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 can ride 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

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 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
56 a gram, 5 a hundred 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

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'
Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yah

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?




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Overall Meaning

The song Trap Queen by Fetty Wap and French Montana is a classic hip-hop love story. The song is about a drug dealer and his "trap queen," who helps him sell drugs and cook them in the kitchen. The lyrics "Married to the money, introduced her to my stove" are implying that he is married to the money, or dedicated to the business, and has taught his girl how to cook or prepare the drugs. Even though it might seem wrong and dangerous from a distance, he is in love, and his love is solid as one could see in the lyrics "In love with the money, I ain't never letting go."


Throughout the song, the couple is seen to be using code words, like "bands" and "dope", to refer to the money that they are earning. The code is used to avoid suspicion and help in their drug dealings. The lyrics "we be counting up watch how far them bands go," "We just selling dope, talking matching Lambos" shows how the couple is involved in a dangerous business but is romantically involved with the feel of some glamour.


In conclusion, the song Trap Queen is an example of how trap music lyrics often tell a love story between two people who are involved in a risky business. The risky business could be drugs, guns or prostitution, and the relationship could be toxic or healthy, but the love is always true.



Line by Line Meaning

I'm like hey, wassup, hello
Hi there, how are you doing?


Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
I noticed your beauty right away when you arrived


I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
I just want to relax and smoke some marijuana with you


Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
I am dedicated to making money, and taught her how to cook drugs on my stove


Showed her how to whip it now she remix it for low
I taught her how to make drugs, and she has now found ways to make them cheaper


She my trap queen let her hit the bando
She is my partner in illegal drug dealings, and she is allowed to go into risky places with me


We be counting up watch how far them bands go
We are counting the money we made from selling drugs, and seeing how much it adds up


We just selling dope, talking matching lambos
We are making money by selling illegal drugs, and using that money to buy matching Lamborghini cars


Got 50 60 grams prob 100 grams though
We have a significant amount of drugs, possibly up to 100 grams


Man I swear I love her how she work that damn pole
I really admire how she dances at the strip club and makes money from it


Hit the strip club we be letting bands go
We are throwing a lot of money at the strip club to impress people


Everybody hating we just call them fans though
People are jealous of us but we consider them our fans because they are interested in our lifestyle


In love with the money I ain't never letting go
I am addicted to making money and will never stop trying to make more


And I get high with my baby
I smoke marijuana with my significant other


I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
I just went shopping with my significant other, we are now dressed nicely


And I get right with my baby
I am loyal to my significant other and we always have each other's back


I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeahh
I am in the kitchen cooking drugs with my significant other


I hit the strip with my trap queen
I go to the strip club with my partner in illegal drug dealings


'Cause all we know is bands
All we are familiar with is a lot of money


I might just snatch up a Rari
I may buy a Ferrari


And buy my boo a Lambo
I may buy my significant other a Lamborghini


I might just snatch up a necklace
I may buy an expensive necklace


Drop a couple on a ring
I may buy an expensive ring


She ain't want it for nothin' Because I got her everything
My partner does not need to ask me for anything because I have already given her everything


B***h you up on the bando
You are inside the drug house with us


Ride with me where I can't go
Come with me to dangerous places that I can't go alone


Remy boys got extendo
We have guns with extended clips


Count up hella bands tho
We are counting our large amounts of money


I'll f*** in your benz hoe
I will have sex with you in your expensive Mercedes-Benz car


Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand
I am making a lot of money


K how I stand tho
I am comfortable with my status and how much money I make


If you checking for my pockets I'm like
If you are trying to see how much money I have, I will say


And I get high with my baby
I smoke marijuana with my significant other


I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
I just went shopping with my significant other, we are now dressed nicely


And I get right with my baby
I am loyal to my significant other and we always have each other's back


I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
I am in the kitchen cooking drugs with my significant other


I'm like hey, wassup, hello
Hi there, how are you doing?


Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
I noticed your beauty right away when you arrived


I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
I just want to relax and smoke some marijuana with you


Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
I am dedicated to making money, and taught her how to cook drugs on my stove


Showed her how to whip it now she remix it for low
I taught her how to make drugs, and she has now found ways to make them cheaper


She my trap queen let her hit the bando
She is my partner in illegal drug dealings, and she is allowed to go into risky places with me


We be counting up watch how far them bands go
We are counting the money we made from selling drugs, and seeing how much it adds up


We just selling dope, talking matching lambos
We are making money by selling illegal drugs, and using that money to buy matching Lamborghini cars


Got 50 60 grams prob 100 grams though
We have a significant amount of drugs, possibly up to 100 grams


Man I swear I love her how she work that damn pole
I really admire how she dances at the strip club and makes money from it


Hit the strip club we be letting them bands go
We are throwing a lot of money at the strip club to impress people


Everybody hating we just call them fans though
People are jealous of us but we consider them our fans because they are interested in our lifestyle


In love with the money I ain't never letting go
I am addicted to making money and will never stop trying to make more


I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
I smoke marijuana and Backwoods cigar wraps


Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
My friend Remy Boy and I are successful in the illegal drug trade


I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck ya ho
I will break into your house and have sex with your significant other


Remy boyz are nuttin' re-re-remy boyz are nuttin'
The Remy Boyz gang is nothing to mess with




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Willie Maxwell, Anton Matsulevich

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