[00:00.00] 作词 : Tony Fadd/Willie J. Maxwell
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tony Fadd
[00:11.35]1738
[00:14.95]Im like hey, wassup, hello
[00:16.88]Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
[00:20.23]I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
[00:23.39]Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
[00:26.57]Showed her how to whip it now she remix's furlough
[00:29.72]She my trap queen let her in the bando
[00:33.00]We be counting up watch how far them bands go
[00:36.25]We just selling ****, talking matching lambos
[00:39.30]Got 50 60 grams five 100 grams though Man I swear I love her how she work that damn pole
[00:45.91]Hit the strip club we be letting them bands go
[00:49.25]Everybody hating we just call them fans though
[00:52.41]In love with the money I ain't never letting go
[00:55.88]And I get high with my baby
[00:58.35]I just left the mall im getting fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
[01:02.61]And I get right with my baby
[01:04.69]I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeeaahhh
[01:08.94]And I get high with my baby
[01:10.99]I just left the mall im getting fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
[01:15.49]And I get right with my baby
[01:17.83]I be in the kitchen cooking pots
[01:20.47]I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
[01:23.69]I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
[01:26.94]I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
[01:30.19]She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
[01:33.62]***** you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
[01:36.80]Remi boys got extendo, count up hella bands tho
[01:40.38]How far can your Benz go?
[01:41.78]Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
[01:44.83]If you checking out my pockets hol' up
[01:47.87]And I get high with my baby
[01:50.04]I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
[01:54.37]And I can ride with my baby
[01:56.63]I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh
[02:00.82]And I get high with my baby
[02:03.16]I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
[02:07.26]And I can ride with my baby
[02:09.73]I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
[02:11.53]I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
[02:13.59]Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
[02:16.81]I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
[02:19.96]Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
[02:23.21]Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
[02:26.53]She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
[02:29.64]We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
[02:32.99]We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
[02:36.18]Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 grams though
[02:39.54]Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
[02:42.64]Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
[02:45.95]Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
[02:49.20]In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
[02:52.61]I be smoking **** and you know Backwoods what I roll
[02:55.69]Remy Boy, Fetty eating *****t up that's fasho
[02:59.16]Ill run in ya house, then I'll **** your ho
[03:01.98]Cause Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'

作词 : Tony Fadd/Willie J. Maxwell
作曲 : Tony Fadd
1738
Im like hey, wassup, hello
Seen yo 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 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 ****, 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 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 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 **** and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating *****t up that's fasho
Ill run in ya house, then I'll **** your ho
Cause Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'