I'm like, "hey, what's up? Hello" Seen your pretty ass soon as you stepped in that 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 Got 50, 60 grand, five one 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 ever letting go And I get high with my baby I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah-ahh And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah-ahh [x2] I'm like "hey, what's up? Hello" I know that you saw me soon as I walked in the door Say you wanna chill, tell me what you wanna know Married to the money I can feel you want it though Maybe we can get up out this spot and head home I'll be your trap queen if you get rid of them hoes We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go We can set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos Every time I ride you know I never ride slow Yeah I know you love it when you watch me get low Tell me how you want it, I ain't never saying no 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 getting fly with my baby, yeah-ahh And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah-ahh And I get high with my baby I just left the mall I'm getting pie with me baby, yeah-ahh And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with me baby, yeah-ahh I be in the kitchen cooking pies with me baby, yeah-ahh