[Verse 1]
Em
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
C G
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
D Em
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
C G
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
D Em
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
G C
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
G Em
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
C G
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
D Em
Dot 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
C G
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
D Em
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
C G
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
D Em
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
[Hook] 2x
C
And I get high with my baby
G D Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
C
And I can ride with my baby
G D Em
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
[Verse 2]
Em C
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
G D
I just might snatch a Gerrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
Em C
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
G D
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
Em C
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
G D
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
Em
How far can your Benz go?
C G
Getty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
D Em
If you checking out my pockets hol' up
[Hook 2] 2x
C
And I get high with my baby
G D Em
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
C
And I can ride with my baby
G D Em
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
[Verse 1]
Em C
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
D Em
Remy Boy, Getty eating shit up that's fasho
C G
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
D Em
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
C G D
