歌词
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."
Seen your pretty face 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
A 50, 60 grand
Prob' a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her
how she work it on the 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 ever letting go
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen
Cooking pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
Ride with my baby, ride ride
I hit the strip with my trap queen
'Cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch a 'Rari
and buy my boo a Lamb'
I just might snatch her a necklace
Drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting for nothin'
because I got her everything
And I'm up in the the bando
Without dinero I can't go
Remy boys got the stamp tho
Count them bands though
How far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K
how I stand though
If you checking for my pockets I'm like
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
Ride with my baby, ride, ride
And I get high with my baby
Fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen
Cooking pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
Ride with my baby, ride, ride
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