Two three and
Ahha!
Uh
Seventeen thirty-eight~, Ahm
Alright, I'm like "Hey what's up? Hello"
See your pretty face as soon as you came in that door'
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
She my trap queen by the way she says hello
We'd be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
Got fifty sixty grand, five hundred grand tho'
Man, I swear I love her how she movin' so slow
Gotta hit the club, we'd be letting bands go
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though
We get that money and we never lettin' go
I'm gettin' high with my baby
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah~I~
And I can ride with my baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah~I~
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah~I~
And I can ride with my baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby~
Hey~
wHo~
Ho!
But don't you see I got a trap queen
I'm going out with my trap queen
And all we know is bands
I might snach a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lambo'
Might just pick up a neckkace drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wantin' for nothing, cuz I got her everything
Hey Yo! Hey Yo!
Without a narrow can't go
Hey Yo! Hey Yo!
Count up all em' bands tho'
How far you bands go
Fetty Wap I'm livin' fifty thousand
K ya checkin' on my pockets oh no
I'm gettin' high with my baby
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah~I~
And I can ride with my baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah~I~
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah~I~
And I can ride with my baby
I'll be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my babyyyyyyyyyyy~
woo woo woo woo woo woo
wHoo Lu Lu Lu~
Ye~woho~
I'm like "hey what's up? Hello"