[Verse: Ajay Jones]
All my b*tches sippin' on that wine though
Your baby momma so damn fine though
Did she tell you that I hit it from behind though
When we finish, she gon' let me hit again though, ay
I'm chuckin' bands, b*tches got it
Trues, and my Benz in my pocket
b*tches gettin' rude, in they Robins
You throwin' hands, n*gga, Fetty gon' rob ya, ay
I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy, 17 shots, no .38
I got a Glock in my 'Rari, 17 shots, no .38
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
I'm like, yeah, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind
To see that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Ayy, yeaaah baby
[Verse: Monty]
Uh, yeah, Monty
Tell me what you see
Is it money or it’s me?
I smoke twenty, smell the weed
I got hunnies in my V
They like, "Monty, can you be my baby daddy?"
I’m like, "Yeah"
I got Robins on my jeans
You see the wings on every pair
All you see is Remy Boyz
You know my n*ggas everywhere
And if somebody got a problem
We could meet up anywhere
Now go say something
Don’t you n*ggas play dumb
You know where we came from
You don’t want sauce, no A1
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
I'm like, yeah, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind
To see that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Ayy, yeaaah baby