Writer(s): Willie Maxwell, Anton Matsulevich
yeah Seventeen thirty eight
hey I'm like hey what's up hello
Seen your 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 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
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
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
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 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 checking out my pockets I'm like
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I'm like hey what's up hello
Seen your 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 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
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
hey I be smoking 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 hoe
‘Cause Remy Boyz or nothing
Remy Remy Remy
Boyz or nothing
Yeah you hear my boy sounding like a zillion
bucks on a track uh
Got whatever on my boy whatever
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wood make the game go good
Money outta sight cause fights uh
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