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Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is I might snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb' I might just snatch her a necklace, a couple on a ring She ain't wanting for nothin' I got her everything And I'm up in the bando, dinero can't go Remy boys got the stamp though, up hella them bands though How far can your go? Fetty Wap I'm living fifty K how I stand though If you for my pockets I'm like
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"Hello." Seen your pretty ass as you came in that door I just wanna chill, got a for us to roll to the money, introduced her to my stove Showed her how to it, now she remixing for low She my trap queen, let her hit the We be countin' up, watch how fast bands go We just set a goal, talkin' Lambos 50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred though Man, I swear she love it how she the damn pole Hit the strip club, we be letting go Everybody hating, we call them fans though In love with the money, I ever letting go
I be dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boy, eating s*** up that's fasho run in ya house, then I'll f*** your hoe Remy or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or...
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