Intro 2x:  G#m   E   F#   C#sus2

Verso 1: 
(C#sus2)               G#m
I'm like, "Hey, what up? Hello." 
      E                      F#
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door 
         C#sus2                  G#m
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll 
     E                      F#
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove 
     C#sus2                     G#m
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low 
    E                   F#
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando 
   C#sus2                      G#m
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go 
    E                       F#
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos 
  C#sus2                  G#m
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though 
    E                         F#
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole 
      C#sus2                    G#m
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go 
  E                       F#
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though 
      C#sus2                      E
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go 

Hook: 
(E)  G#m
  And I get high with my baby 
F#                   Bsus2                 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah 
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby 
F#              Bsus2               E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah 
  G#m
And I get high with my baby 
F#                   Bsus2                 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah 
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby 
F#              Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby 

Verso 2: 
      G#m                E
Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands 
         F#          C#sus2
I might just snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb' 
         G#m              E
I might just snatch up a necklace, drop a couple on a ring 
      F#                   C#sus2
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything 
     G#m           E
And Iâ??m off in the bando, with a 'nero that can't go 
  F#                C#sus2
Remy boys got the stamp though, countin up bands though 
  G#m
How far can your bands go? 
E                         F#
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though 
C#sus2                       E
If you checking for my pockets I'm like 

Hook: 
(E)   G#m
   And I get high with my baby 
F#                   Bsus2                 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah 
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby 
F#              Bsus2               E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah 
  G#m
And I get high with my baby 
F#                   Bsus2                 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah 
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby 
F#              Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby 

Verso 1: 
       G#m
Like, "Hello." 
      E                      F#
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door 
         C#sus2                  G#m
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll 
     E                      F#
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove 
     C#sus2                     G#m
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low 
    E                   F#
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando 
   C#sus2                      G#m
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go 
    E                       F#
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos 
  C#sus2                  G#m
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though 
    E                         F#
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole 
      C#sus2                    G#m
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go 
  E                       F#
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though 
      C#sus2                      G#m
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go 

(G#m)  E                      F#
I be smoking dope, you know Backwoods what I roll 
  C#sus2                    G#m
Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho 
        E                       F#
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe 
  C#sus2
Remy Boyz or nothing, Remy Remy Boys or 

Hook: 
E    G#m
  And I get high with my baby 
F#                   Bsus2                 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah 
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby 
F#              Bsus2               E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah 
  G#m
And I get high with my baby 
F#                   Bsus2                 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah 
  G#m
And I can ride with my baby 
F#              Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby 

E   G#m    F#    Bsus2   E
      1738,         1738 
G#m                F#
   Got a sack for us to roll 
Bsus2    E