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