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Video musicale
Video musicale
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fetty Wap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willie Maxwell
Songwriter
Tony Fadd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Edward "Shy Boogz" Timmons
Assistant Engineer
Tony Fadd
Producer
Jarrod Lacy
Mastering Engineer
Peoples
Mixing Engineer
Testi
[Intro]
RGF Productions
Remy Boyz, yeah
1738, aye
[Refrain]
I'm like, "Hey, what's up, hello?"
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the 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
At fifty-six a gram, five a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though
In 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, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies, I'm like, "Hey, what's up, hello?"
[Verse 1]
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 just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, remind me where I can't go
Remy Boyz got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though
Boy, how far can your bands go? Fetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand
K, how I stand though, if 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, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies, I'm like, "Hey, what's up, hello?"
[Refrain]
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the 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
Fifty-six a gram, five a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go
I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fo' sho'
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
R-Remy Boyz or nothin', R-R-Remy Boyz or nothin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, you hear my boy
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wood make the game go good
Money out of sight cause fights
Put up or shut up, huh
Nitt Da Gritt, huh, RGF Productions
Squad
Written by: Tony Fadd, Willie Maxwell

