RGF production…Ar Yi Ef producshon
Remy Boyz, yeah… remy Boys, yiea
17-38 ey… Seventeen Tderyeit ey
[Verse 1:]
I’m like, “Hey, what’s up? Hello.”… Am laik,”Jey, wassup? Jelou.”
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the door… Siin yio priry ass sun as yiu keim in de door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll… A’ yias’ wuana chil, gara sak for as tu rol
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove… Merried tu da many, introdius’ ‘er tu ma’ stouv
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin’ for low… Shou ‘er jao ru wuipe’, nao shi remiksin’ fo’ lo
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando… Shi ma’ trap kuin, lerer jit de bando
We be countin’ up, watch how far them bands go… Wui bi cauninap, wuatch jao far dem bends go
We just set a goal, talkin’ matchin’ Lambos… Wui yias’ sera gool, tokin’ matchin’ Lambos
Got 50, 60 grand, prob’ a hundred grams though… Gat firy, siksty gren’, prob a jandred grams do’
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole… Man, a sue’ a’ lov’ ‘er jao shi wuork de dam pool
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go… Jit de estrip clab, wui bi lerin’ bends gou
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though… Evribary jeirin, wui yias col dem fans do
In love with the money, I ain’t ever letting go… In lov wuit de many, a’ ein’ eve’ lerin go

[Hook:]
And I get high with my baby… Ena’ gue’ ja’ wuit ma’ beiby
I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah… A’ yias’ lef’ de mol, a’m guerin’ fla’ wuit ma beiby, yiea
And I can ride with my baby… Ena’ can rai’ wuit ma beiby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah… A’ bi in de kitchen cukin pays wuit ma beiby, yiea
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
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby… A’ bi in de kitchen cukin pays wuit ma beiby(I’m like, “Hey, what’s up? Hello.”)

[Verse 2:]
I hit the strip with my trap queen ‘cause all we know is bands… A jit de estrip wui ma’ trap kuin cos ol wui no is bands
I just might snatch a ‘Rari and buy my boo a Lamb’… A yias may esnatch a Rarry en bay ma buu a Lam
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring… A yias may esnatch ‘er a nekleis, drap a capel on a rin’
She ain’t wanting for nothin’ because I got her everything… Shi ein’ wuantin’ for notden’ bicos a’ gat ‘er evrytden’
It’s big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can’t go… its big Zuu Wuap from de bando, wuidau dinerrou ken gou
Remy boys got the stamp, count up hella them bands though… Remy boys gat a estamp, caunap jela dem bends do
How far can your bands go?… Jao far can yio’ bends gou?
Fetty Wap I’m living fifty thousand K how I stand though… Fery Wuap am livin firy tdausen Key jao a esten do
If you checking for my pockets I’m like… If yiu chekin fo ma pakets am laik

[Hook]

[Verse 1]

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll… A bi esmokin doop en yiu Bakwuds wuara’ rol
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that’s fasho… Remy Boy, Fety irin shirap dats fasho
I’ll run in ya house, then I’ll fuck your hoe… Al ran in yia jaus, den al fak yio jou
‘Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing… Cos Remy Boys or notden’, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or notden’

[Outro:]
Yeah, you hear my boy… Yiea, yiu jie ma boy
Sounding like a zillion bucks on a track… saundin laik a zilion baks on a trak
I got whatever on my boy, whatever… A gat wuareva on ma boy, wuareva
Put your money where your mouth is… Put yio many wue yio mauf es
Money on the wood make the game go good… Many on de wuud maik de gueim go guud
Money outta sight cause fights… many aura sai’ cos faits
Put up or shut up… purap o sharap
Uh, Nittdagrit… Ah, Nitdagrit
RGF productions
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