Tone: [Am]
#Verse 1
I'm like "hey, what's up, [Am]hello"
Seen yo pretty a[Dm]ss soon as you came in the [F]door
I just wanna c[G]hill, got a sack for us to r[Am]oll
Married to the [Dm]money, introduced her to my s[F]tove
Showed her how to [G]whip it, now she remixin' for [Am]low
She my trap q[F]ueen, let her hit the ba[Dm]ndo
We be countin' [G]up, watch how far them bands[Am] go
We just set a [Dm]goal, talkin' matchin' L[F]ambos
At 56 a g[G]ram, five a 100 grams [Am]though
Man, I swear I love [Dm]her how she work the damn p[F]ole
Hit the strip [G]club, we be letting bands [Am]go
Everybody h[Dm]ating, we just call them fans [F]though
In love with the m[G]oney, I ain't never letting [Am]go
#Chorus
And I get [Dm]high with my baby
[F]I just left the mall, I'm getting f[G]ly with my baby, yeah [Am]
And I can [Dm]ride with my baby
[F]I be in the kitchen cooking p[G]ies with my baby, yeah [Am]
#Verse 2
I hit the s[Am]trip with my trap queen cause [Dm]all we know is bands
I just might snat[F]ch a Ferrari and b[G]uy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snat[Am]ch her necklace, drop a co[Dm]uple on a ring
She ain't wa[F]nt it for nothin' because I go[G]t her everything
xxxxx you u[Am]p in the bando, without de[Dm]niro can't go
Remi bo[F]ys got extendo, count up h[G]ella dem bands tho
How f[Am]ar can your Benz go?
[Dm]Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand [F]K how I stand tho
If you c[G]hecking out my pockets hol[Am]' up
#Chorus 2
And I get [Dm]high with my baby
[F]I just left the mall, I'm getting f[G]ly with my baby, yeah [Am]
And I can [Dm]ride with my baby
[F]I be in the kitchen cooking p[G]ies with my baby, yeah [Am]
#Verse 1
#Verse 3
I be smoking d[Am]ope and you know Backwoods what I [Dm]roll
Remy Boy, F[G]etty eating xxxx up that's fa[Am]sho
I'll run in ya h[Dm]ouse, then I'll xxxx your [F]ho
'Cause Remy Boyz or no[G]thing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or no[Am]thing
#Outro
[Dm] [F] [G]
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