[Intro]
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RGF productions
Em Am Em
Remy Boyz, yah ah
Am Em F C
1738, ayy
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I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"
[Verse 1]
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Em Am
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
Em Am
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Em F
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
C Am
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
Em Am
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
Em Am
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
Em F
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
C Am
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
Em Am
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
Em Am
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
Em F
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though
C Am
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go
[Chorus (1)]
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Em Em
And I get high with my baby (Baby)
Am Em Em Am
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
Em Em
And I can ride with my baby (Baby)
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I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
Em Em
And I can ride with my baby
Am Em Em Am
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
Em Em
And I can ride with my baby
Dm7 Fmaj7 C
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
[Verse 2]
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Am Em
I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands
Am Em
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
Am Em
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
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She ain't wantin' for nothin' 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 livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though
C
If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...
[Chorus (2)]
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Am Em Em
And I get high with my baby (Baby)
Am Em Em Am
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
Em Em
And I can ride with my baby (Baby)
Dm7 Fmaj7 C Am
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
Em Em
And I can ride with my baby
Am Em Em Am
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
Em Em
And I can ride with my baby
Dm7 Fmaj7 C
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
Am
I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"
[Verse 3]
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Em Am
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
Em Am
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Em F
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
C Am
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
Em Am
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
Em Am
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
Em F
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
C Am
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
Em Am
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
Em Am
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
Em Em Dm7 Fmaj7
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though
C Am
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go
Em Am
I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Em Am Em Em
Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho I'll run in ya house,
Dm7
then I'll fuck your ho
Fmaj7 C
'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'
[Outro]
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Am Em Em Am Em
Re Re Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah Yeah, you hear my boy
Em Am Em
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
Em Dm7 Fmaj7 C
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
Am Em
Put your money where your mouth is
Em Am Em
Money on the wood make the game go good
Em Am Em
Money out of sight cause fights
Em Dm7 Fmaj7 C
Put up or shut up, huh?
Dm7 Fmaj7 C
Nitt Da Gritt, huh, RGF Productions
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