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<center>I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" | |||
Seen your 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 remixing for low | |||
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando | |||
We be counting up, watch how far them bands go | |||
We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos | |||
At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 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 never letting go | |||
And I get high with my baby | |||
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah | |||
And I can ride with my baby | |||
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah | |||
And I can ride with my baby | |||
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah | |||
And I can ride with my baby | |||
I be in the kitchen cooking 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 might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring | |||
She ain't wanting for nothing 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 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, yeah | |||
And I can ride with my baby | |||
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah | |||
And I can ride with my baby | |||
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah | |||
And I can ride with my baby | |||
I be in the kitchen cooking pies | |||
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? 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 remixing for low | |||
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando | |||
We be counting up, watch how far them bands go | |||
We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos | |||
At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 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 never letting go | |||
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll | |||
Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up, that's fasho | |||
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe | |||
'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing | |||
Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing | |||
(She my trap queen) | |||
Yeah, you hear my boy | |||
(She my trap queen) | |||
Sounding like a zillion bucks on the track | |||
(She my trap queen) | |||
I got whatever on my boy, whatever | |||
(And I get high with my baby) | |||
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?</center> |