[INTRO] Am Em Am Em Am Em F C
[VERSE]
Am
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."
Em Am
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
Em Am
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Em F
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
C
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
Am Em Am
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
Em Am
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
Em F
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
C
Got 50, 60 grand, five hundred grams though
Am Em Am
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Em Am
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Em F
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
C Am
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
[HOOK]
Em
And I get high with my baby
Am Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am Em
And I can ride with my baby
F C
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
Em
And I get high with my baby
Am Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am Em
And I can ride with my baby
F C
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
[VERSE]
Am Em
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
Am Em
I just might snatch a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
Am Em
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
F C
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
Am Em
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go
Am Em
Remy boys got the stamp, count up hella them bands though
Am
How far can your bands go?
Em F
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
C
If you checking for my pockets I'm like
[HOOK]
Em
And I get high with my baby
Am Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am Em
And I can ride with my baby
F C
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
Em
And I get high with my baby
Am Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am Em
And I can ride with my baby
F C
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
[VERSE]
Am
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."
Em Am
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
Em Am
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Em F
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
C
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
Am Em Am
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
Em Am
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
Em F
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
C
Got 50, 60 grand, five hundred grams though
Am Em Am
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Em Am
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Em F
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
C Am
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
[BRIDGE]
Am Em Am
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Em Am
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
Em F
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
C
'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
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