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Remy Boyz yeaahhhh
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I'm like hey what's up hello
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that 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
Got 5060grand 500grams 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 gettin' fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeeaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
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 wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando without dinero can't go
Remy boys got the stamp though
Count up hella them bands though
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
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy Fetty eating **** up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house then I'll **** your ho
Cause Remy Boyz or nothin' Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'