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Intro
Am Em Am Em
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Verse
F C
Rgf Productions ■
Remy Boyz
C
Yahah one thousand seven hundred and thirtyeight ayy
I'm like Hey what's up Hello
C
Seen yo' pretty ass soon as you came in the door
C
I just wanna chill got a sack for us to roll
C
Married to the money introduced her to my stove
C
Showed her how to whip it now she remixin' for low
Em Am
She my trap queen let her hit the bando
Em Am
We be countin' up watch how far them bands go
CM7 F
We just set a goal talking matchin' Lambos
C
At fiftysix a gram five a hundred grams though
CM7 Am
Man I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
CM7 Am
Hit the strip club we be lettin' bands go
Am
Everybody hatin' we just call them fans though
Am
In love with the money I ain't never lettin' go
Chorus
G
And I get high with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Dm G C Am
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Dm G
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
C
I'm like Hey what's up Hello
Verse
Am Am7
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
Am G
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
CM7
I just might snatch her a necklace drop a couple on a ring
F C
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
Am
It's big ZooWap from the bando
Em
Remind me where I can't go
Am
Remy Boyz got the stamp though
Em
Count up hella them bands though
Am
Boy how far can your bands go
Em F C
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
Am
If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like
Chorus
G
And I get high with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Em Dm C Am
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah
Verse
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Dm Em C
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
Am
I'm like Hey what's up Hello
Am
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
CM7 Am
I just wanna chill got a sack for us to roll
CM7 F
Married to the money introduced her to my stove
C Am
Showed her how to whip it now she remixin' for low
Chorus
Em Am
She my trap queen let her hit the bando
Em Am
We be countin' up watch how far them bands go
Em F
We just set a goal talkin' matchin' Lambos
C Am
At fiftysix a gram five a hundred grams though
Em Am
Man I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Em Am
Hit the strip club we be lettin' bands go
G Dm
Everybody hatin' we just call them fans though
Em C Am
In love with the money I ain't never lettin' go
Em Am
I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Em Am
Remy Boy Fetty eatin' shit up that's fasho
G Dm
I'll run in ya house then I'll fuck ya hoe
C
'cause Remy Boyz or nothin'
Am
Rereremy Boyz or nothin' yeah
G Am
Yeah you hear my boy
G Am
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
G Dm Em C
I got whatever on my boy whatever ■
Outro
Am
Put your money where your mouth is
G Am
Money on the wood make the game go good
G Am
Money out of sight cause fights
G G7 C
Put up or shut up huh ■ ■
Dm C
Nitt Da Gritt ■ RGF Productions
Dm C
Squad ■ ■
End
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