Seventeen thirty-eight
Ay
I'm like
Hey what's up hello
Seen yo pretty ***
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
At fifty-six a gram
Five a hundred grams though
Man I swear I love her
How she work the **** pole
Hit the strip club
We be lettin' bands go
Everybody hatin'
We just call them fans though
In love with the money
I ain't never lettin' go
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 just might 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 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 ***
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
At 56 a gram
5 a hundred grams though
Man I swear I love her
How she work the **** pole
Hit the strip club
We be lettin' bands go
Everybody hatin'
We just call them fans though
In love with the money
I ain't never lettin' go
I be smokin' ****
And you know Backwoods
what I roll
Remy Boyz
Fetty eatin' **** up
That's fasho
I'll run in ya house
Then I'll **** your **
'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'
Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'
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