I'm like "Hey, wassup? Hello"
00:14
Seen yo pretty ass, soon as you came in the door
00:16
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
00:20
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
00:22
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
00:25
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
00:29
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
00:33
We just set a goal, talking matchin' Lambos
00:36
At fifty-six a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
00:39
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
00:42
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
00:45
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though
00:49
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go
00:52
And I get high with my baby
00:55
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
00:58
And I can ride with my baby
01:02
I be in the kitchen, cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
01:04
And I can ride with my baby
01:08
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
01:11
And I can ride with my baby
01:15
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
01:17
I'm like "Hey, wassup? Hello"
01:19
I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands
01:20
I just might snatch up a 'Rari, and buy my boo a Lamb'
01:23
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
01:26
She ain't wantin' for nothin', because I got her everything
01:30
It's big ZooWap from the bando
01:33
Remind me where I can't go
01:35
Remy boyz got the stamp though
01:36
Count up hella them bands though
01:38
Boy, how far can your bands go?
01:40
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
01:41
If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...
01:44
And I get high with my baby
01:47
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
01:50
And I can ride with my baby
01:54
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
01:56
And I can ride with my baby
02:00
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
02:02
And I can ride with my baby
02:06
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
02:09
I'm like "Hey, wassup? Hello"
02:11
Seen yo pretty ass, soon as you came in the door
02:13
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
02:16
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
02:19
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
02:23
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
02:26
We be countin' up watch how far them bands go
02:29
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
02:32
At fifty-six a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
02:35
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
02:39
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
02:42
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though
02:45
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go
02:49
I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
02:52
Remy Boy, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho
02:55
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck ya ho
02:58
'Cause Remy boyz or nothin'
03:01
Re-Re-Remy boyz or nothin', yeah
03:03
Yeah, you hear my boy
03:06
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
03:08
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
03:12
Put your money where your mouth is
03:16
Money on the wood make the game go good
03:19
Money out of sight cause fights
03:22
Put up or shut up, huh?
03:25
Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions
03:28