Seventeen thirtyeight
Hey
I'm like hey what's up hello
Sit 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 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' matLambos
A fifty sixty grand prob'
a hundred 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 ever 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 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 trap
'cos all we know is bands
I snatch a 'Rari
and buy my boo a Lamb'
I just might snatch her
a necklace
Drop a couple on a
She ain't wanting for nothin'
because I got her everything
Zoo Wap
From the bando
without dinero can't go
Reboys got the stamp
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 checking
for my pockets
I'm
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 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
Sit your pretty ass
soon as you came in the door
I just wachill
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
A sixty grand prob'
a hundred 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 ever letting go
I be smoking dope
and you know
backwoods what I roll
Remy boy Fetty
eating shit up that's fa sho
I'll run in ya house
then I'll fuck your hoe
'Cos Remy boyz or nothing
ReRemy boyz or nothing
Yeah
You hear my boy
sounding like a zillion
bucks on a track
I got whatever on my boy
whatever
your money
where your mouth is
Money on the wood
make the game go good
money outta sight cause fights
Put up or shut up
huh
Nittdagrit
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