Remy Boyz, Yeaahhhh
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Im like hey, w***up, hello
Seen yo pretty
as 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 remix's furlough
She my trap queen
let her in the bando
We be counting up watch
how far them bands go
We just selling dope
talking matching lambos
Got 50 60 grams five 100 grams
though Man I swear I love her
how she work that damn pole
Hit the strip club
we be letting them 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
im getting fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I get right with my baby
I be in the kitchen
cooking pies with my baby, yeeaahhh
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall
im getting fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I get right with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pots
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 necklace
drop a couple on a ring
She ain't want it for nothin'
because I got her everything
***** you up in the bando
without deniro can't go
Remi boys got extendo
count up hella bands tho
How far can your Benz go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K
how I stand tho
If you checking out my pockets hol' up
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 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
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
Seen yo pretty
as 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 50, 60 grand
5 100 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 never letting go
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 f..k your ho
Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'
Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'