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RGF Productions
Remy boyz
Yah-ah
1738 yah

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 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, talking matchin' Lambos
At fifty-six 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 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, wassup? 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 living fifty 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, 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 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, 5 a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn 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' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck ya ho
'Cause Remy boyz or nothin'
Re-Re-Remy boyz or nothin', yeah

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, RGF Productions
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