1738, ayy[Refrain]I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy)Seen yo
pretty ass soon as you came in the doorI just
wanna chill, got a sack for us to rollMarried to the money,
introduced her to my stoveShowed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for lowShe my trap queen, let her hit the bandoWe be countin' up,
watch how far them
bands goWe just set a goal, talkin' matchin' LambosAt 56 a gram, 5 a
hundred grams thoughMan, I
swear I love her, how she work the damn poleHit the
strip club, we be lettin'
bands goEverybody hatin', we just call them fans, thoughIn love with the money, I ain't
never lettin' go[Chorus]And I get high with my baby (My baby)I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeahAnd I can ride with my baby (My baby)I be in the
kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeahAnd I can ride with my baby (My baby)I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeahAnd I can ride with my babyI be in the
kitchen cookin' pies[Verse 1]I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"I hit the
strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bandsI just
might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'I just
might snatch her a necklace, drop a
couple on a ringShe ain't wantin' for nothin'
because I got her everythingIt's big
ZooWap from the bandoRemind me
where I can't goRemy Boyz got the
stamp thoughCount up
hella them
bands thoughBoy how far can your
bands go?Fetty Wap, I'm livin' 50
thousand K how I
stand thoughIf you checkin' for my
pockets I'm like…[Chorus]And I get high with my baby (My baby)I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeahAnd I can ride with my baby (My baby)I be in the
kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeahAnd I can ride with my baby (My baby)I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeahAnd I can ride with my baby (My baby)I be in the
kitchen cookin' pies[Refrain]I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"Seen yo
pretty ass soon as you came in the doorI just
wanna chill, got a sack for us to rollMarried to the money,
introduced her to my stoveShowed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for lowShe my trap queen, let her hit the bandoWe be countin' up,
watch how far them
bands goWe just set a goal, talkin' matchin' LambosAt 56 a gram, 5 a
hundred grams thoughMan, I
swear I love her how she work the damn poleHit the
strip club, we be lettin'
bands goEverybody hatin', we just call them fans thoughIn love with the money, I ain't
never lettin' go[Verse 2]I be smokin' dope and you know
Backwoods what I rollRemy Boyz,
Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fashoI'll run in ya house, then I'll f*ck your ho'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah[Outro: Nitt Da Gritt]Yeah, you hear my boySoundin' like a
zillion bucks on the trackI got
whatever on my boy, whateverPut your
money where your
mouth isMoney on the wood make the game go goodMoney out of
sight cause fightsPut up or shut up, huh?Nitt Da Gritt,
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