This single was released on Dec 15, 2014.
I loved the production and the lyrics. The hooks were excellent and the rhythm provided a solid backbeat to the song. I enjoyed the way that the verses were executed, it had the right amount of energy and power along with a great level of fun.
I loved the production and the lyrics. The hooks were excellent and the rhythm provided a solid backbeat to the song. I enjoyed the way that the verses were executed, it had the right amount of energy and power along with a great level of fun.
Scale: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 75 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU [INTRO] Am Em Am Em Am Em F C [VERSE] Am I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello." Em Am Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that 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 Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low Am 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 Got 50, 60 grand, five hundred grams though Am Em Am Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole Em Am Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go Em F Everybody hating, we just call them fans though C Am In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go [HOOK] Em And I get high with my baby Am Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah Am Em And I can ride with my baby F C I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah Em And I get high with my baby Am Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah Am Em And I can ride with my baby F C I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby [VERSE] Am Em I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands Am Em I just might snatch a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb' Am Em I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring F C She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything Am Em It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go Am Em Remy boys got the stamp, count up hella them bands though Am How far can your bands go? Em F Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though C If you checking for my pockets I'm like [HOOK] Em And I get high with my baby Am Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah Am Em And I can ride with my baby F C I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah Em And I get high with my baby Am Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah Am Em And I can ride with my baby F C I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby [VERSE] Am I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello." Em Am Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that 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 Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low Am 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 Got 50, 60 grand, five hundred grams though Am Em Am Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole Em Am Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go Em F Everybody hating, we just call them fans though C Am In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go [BRIDGE] Am Em Am I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Em Am Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho Em F I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe C 'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
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