Em I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"Am C Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that doorD Em I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to rollAm C Married to the money, introduced her to my stoveD Em Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for lowC Am She my trap queen, let her hit the bandoC Em We be countin' up, watch how far them bands goAm C We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' LambosD Em Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams thoughAm C Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn poleD Em Hit the strip club, we be letting bands goAm C Everybody hating, we just call them fans thoughD Em In love with the money, I ain't never letting goAm And I get high with my babyC D Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahAm And I can ride with my babyC D Em I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeahAm And I get high with my babyC D Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahContinúa después del anuncioAm And I can ride with my babyC D Em I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeahEm Am I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bandsC D I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'Em Am I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ringC D She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everythingEm Am Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't goC D Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands thoEm How far can your Benz go?Am C Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand thoD Em If you checking out my pockets hol' upAm And I get high with my babyC D Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahAm And I can ride with my babyC D Em I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeahAm And I get high with my babyC D Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahAm And I can ride with my babyC D Em I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeahEm I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"Am C Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that doorD Em I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to rollAm C Married to the money, introduced her to my stoveD Em Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for lowC Am She my trap queen, let her hit the bandoC Em We be countin' up, watch how far them bands goAm C We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' LambosD Em Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams thoughAm C Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn poleD Em Hit the strip club, we be letting bands goAm C Everybody hating, we just call them fans thoughD Em In love with the money, I ain't never letting goEm Am I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I rollD Em Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fashoAm C Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoD Em Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing[Final] Am C D
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