Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
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Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
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I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
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Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
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Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
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She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
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We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
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We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
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Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 grams though
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Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
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Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
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Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
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In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
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[Hook x2:]
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And I get high with my baby
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I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
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And I can ride with my baby
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I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeeaahhh
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[Verse 2:]
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I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
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I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a 'Lamb
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I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
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She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
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Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
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Remi boys got extendo, count up hella bands tho
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How far can your Benz go?
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Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
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If you checking out my pockets hol' up
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 1]
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I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
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Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
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Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
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Cause Remy Boyz are nuttin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz are nuttin'
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Trap Queen
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| Fetty Wap |
