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Fetty Wap - Trap Queen(#ad)
Released on April 22nd 2014, "Trap Queen" was the debut single by the New Jersey rapper Fetty Wap for his self titled album.
The single sold more than 2.75 million copies in the U.S and another 600,000 in the U.K, helping it reach the 2nd spot in the most coveted Billboard Hot 100 charts around the third week of May 2015.
This highly talented east coast rapper who lost his left eye in a strange accident because of congenital glaucoma, considers himself very fortunate to have retained his right eye..which would have been lost if not for a timely surgery.
Fetty Wap whose real name is Willie Maxwell often gets bombarded by reporters for his strange screen name, finally revealed the meaning of Fetty Way in July 2014.
Fetty is a slang for money and Wap is a tribute to Guwop aka Gucci Mane a former Alabama rapper on who Willie Maxwell modeled himself on.
The music video for "Trap Queen" was a simple but a highly effective one.Since his record label RGF Productions is little known to the music industry with not much of a financial background, Fetty had no choice but to shoot the video inside his own house.
Shot in his own apartment, dancing and partying with his girl friend, this low key music video was released on his own YouTube channel and gained millions of views in a matter of days.
Willie Maxwell (Fetty Wap), a native of Paterson, NJ..has praised his home town for grooming him to become the singer he is today.
Born and bought up in a musical family..where his mother sings at the local church, while his elder brother wrote some of his songs, including his well known number "My Way".
While many pondered about the inspiration for Fetty's chart topper "Trap Queen", the rapper finally revealed that the song was all about his ex-girl friend whom he loved the most in his teens, before she split and moved to a different place for higher education.
Fetty Wap - Trap Queen - Lyrics
Release Date - April 22,2014
Album - Up Next and Fetty Wap
I'm like hey, wassup, 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 selling dope, talking matching lambos
Got 50 60 grams prob 100 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
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeahh
I hit the strip with my trap queen
'Cause all we know is bands
I might just snatch up a Rari
And buy my boo a Lambo
I might just snatch up a necklace
Drop a couple on a ring
She ain't want it for nothin'
Because I got her everything
Bitch you up on the bando
Ride with me where I can't go
Remy boys got extendo
Count up hella bands tho
I'll fuck in your benz hoe
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
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
I'm like hey, wassup, 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 selling dope, talking matching lambos
Got 50 60 grams prob 100 grams though
Man I swear I love her how she work that damn pole
Hit the strip club we be letting them 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 ya ho
Remy boyz are nuttin' re-re-remy boyz are nuttin'
