Intro
A Bm
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
G Em
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
G Bm
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
Em G
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
A Bm
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
Em G
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
A Bm
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Em G
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
A Bm
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
[Hook] 2x
Em
And I get high with my baby
G A Bm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Em
And I can ride with my baby
G A Bm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
[Verse 2]
Bm Em
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
G A
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
Bm Em
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
G A
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
Bm Em
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
G A
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
Bm
How far can your Benz go?
Em G
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
A Bm
If you checking out my pockets hol' up
[Hook 2] 2x
Em
And I get high with my baby
G A Bm
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Em
And I can ride with my baby
G A Bm
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
[Verse 1]
Bm Em
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
A Bm
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
Em G
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
A Bm
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
Em G G
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