679 Songtext

von Fetty Wap, Remy Boyz

Yeaaah baby, 17
(RemyBoy Lifestyle)
Ay, ay, look

Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though
I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though
I'm sipping on you like some fine wine, though
And when it's over, I press rewind though, ayy
You talking bands, girl, I got it
Benjamins all in my pocket
I traded in my Trues for some Robins
He playing Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him, ayy
I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy
17 shots, no .38
I got a Glock in my 'Rari

17 shots, no 38

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

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 niggas everywhere
And if somebody got a problem
We could meet up anywhere
Now go say something

Don't you niggas play dumb
You know where we came from
You don't want sauce, no A1

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

Ayy, she a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine
She ain't nothing like them bimbos
If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here
Blowing, pluck it out the window
We get playing, press rewind, got her singing every time
Take a high note for me, girlfriend
Got my city looking rude
I ain't Diddy, I ain't Loon, but I think I need a girlfriend
She feeling great as I'm talking to her
She a RemyGirl, so I'm gon' pursue her
I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on

Thousand dollars when I get my tip on
I'm off her, asked her if her fatty real
She said that's all her, got her with the happy feel
I'm 'bout to spoil her, got her with the happy feel
I'm 'bout to spoil her, oh my

I'm like, yeah, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind

Just 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

ZooWap, Monty
ZooWap, Dicey
Yeaah baby, Remy Boyz
Yeaah, yeaaah