Tonart: A minor•
Intro 1
(RGF Productions)
Am
Em
Am
Em
Remy Boyz, yeah
Am
Em
F
C
1738, ayy
Verse 1
Am
I'm like, "hey, what's up, hello"
Em
Seen yo pretty ass soon as
Am
you came in the door
Em
I just wanna chill, got
Am
a sack for us to roll
Em
Married to the money,
F
introduced her to my stove
C
Showed her how to whip it,
Am
now she remix it for low
Am
let her hit the bando
Am
watch how far them bands go
F
talking matching lambos
Am
5 a hundred grams though
Em
Man, I swear I love her how
Am
she work that damn pole
Am
we be letting bands go
F
we just call them fans though
C
In love with the money,
Chorus 1
Am
I ain't never letting go
G
Em
And I get high with my baby
Am
I just left the mall
G
Em
Am
I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
Em
And I can ride with my baby
Dm
I'll be in the kitchen
C
Am
cooking pies with my baby, yeah
G
Em
And I can ride with my baby
Am
I just left the mall
G
Em
Am
I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
Em
And I can ride with my baby
Dm
C
I'll be in the kitchen cooking pies
Verse 2
Am
Em
I hit the strip with my trap queen
'cause all we know is biz
Am
I just might snatch up a 'Rari
Em
and buy my boo a Lamb'
Am
I might just snatch her a necklace,
Em
drop a couple on a ring
F
She ain't wantin' for nothin'
C
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
Fetty Wap, I'm living fifty thousand K,
how I stand tho
C
If you checking for my pockets,
Chorus 2
Am
G
Em
I'm like and I get high with my baby
Am
I just left the mall
G
Em
Am
I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
Em
And I can ride with my baby
Dm
I'll be in the kitchen
C
Am
cooking pies with my baby, yeah
G
Em
And I can ride with my baby
Am
I just left the mall
G
Em
Am
I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
Em
And I can ride with my baby
Dm
C
I'll be in the kitchen cooking pies
Verse 3
Am
I'm like, "hey, what's up, hello"
Em
Seen yo pretty ass soon as
Am
you came in the door
Em
I just wanna chill, got
Am
a sack for us to roll
Em
Married to the money,
F
introduced her to my stove
C
Showed her how to whip it,
Am
now she remix it for low
Am
let her hit the bando
Am
watch how far them bands go
F
talking matching lambos
Am
5 a hundred grams though
Em
Man, I swear I love her how
Am
she work that damn pole
Am
we be letting bands go
Em
Dm
we just call them fans though
C
In love with the money,
Verse 4
Am
I ain't never letting go
Am
and you know Backwoods what I roll
Em
Am
Remy Boy Fetty eating shit up, that's for sure
G
Em
Dm
I'll run in your house, then I'll fuck your ho
C
Re- Remy Boyz or nothin',
Am
Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin
G
Em
Am
G
Yeah, you hear my boy
Em
Am
G
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
Em
Dm
C
I got whatever my boy, whatever
Am
G
Put your money where your mouth is
Am
G
make the game go good
Em
Am
Money out of sight cause fights
G
Em
Dm
Put up or shut up, huh?
C
Dm
Nitt Da Gritt, huh,
Dm
C
Squad
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