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Intro:
G#m E F# C#sus2
G#m E F# C#sus2
Verso 1:
(C#sus2) G#m
I'm like, 'Hey, what up? Hello.'
E F#
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
C#sus2 G#m
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
E F#
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
C#sus2 G#m
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
E F#
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
C#sus2 G#m
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go
E F#
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
C#sus2 G#m
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
E F#
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole
C#sus2 G#m
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
E F#
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
C#sus2 E
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
Hook:
(E) G#m
And I get high with my baby
F# Bsus2 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F# Bsus2 E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
G#m
And I get high with my baby
F# Bsus2 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F# Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
Verso 2:
G#m E
Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
F# C#sus2
I might just snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
G#m E
I might just snatch up a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
F# C#sus2
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
G#m E
And Iā??m off in the bando, with a 'nero that can't go
F# C#sus2
Remy boys got the stamp though, countin up bands though
G#m
How far can your bands go?
E F#
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
C#sus2 E
If you checking for my pockets I'm like
Hook:
(E) G#m
And I get high with my baby
F# Bsus2 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F# Bsus2 E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
G#m
And I get high with my baby
F# Bsus2 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F# Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
Verso 1:
G#m
Like, 'Hello.'
E F#
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
C#sus2 G#m
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
E F#
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
C#sus2 G#m
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
E F#
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
C#sus2 G#m
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go
E F#
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
C#sus2 G#m
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
E F#
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole
C#sus2 G#m
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
E F#
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
C#sus2 G#m
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
(G#m) E F#
I be smoking dope, you know Backwoods what I roll
C#sus2 G#m
Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
E F#
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
C#sus2
Remy Boyz or nothing, Remy Remy Boys or
Hook:
E G#m
And I get high with my baby
F# Bsus2 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F# Bsus2 E
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
G#m
And I get high with my baby
F# Bsus2 E
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G#m
And I can ride with my baby
F# Bsus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
E G#m F# Bsus2 E
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G#m F#
Got a sack for us to roll
Bsus2 E
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