Intro: G#m E F# C#sus2 G#m E F# C#sus2 Verso 1: (C#sus2) G#m I'm like, "Hey, what up? Hello." E F# Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door C#sus2 G#m I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll E F# Married to the money, introduced her to my stove C#sus2 G#m Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low E F# She my trap queen, let her hit the bando C#sus2 G#m We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go E F# We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos C#sus2 G#m 50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though E F# Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole C#sus2 G#m Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go E F# Everybody hating, we just call them fans though C#sus2 E In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go Hook: (E) G#m And I get high with my baby F# Bsus2 E I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah G#m And I can ride with my baby F# Bsus2 E I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah G#m And I get high with my baby F# Bsus2 E I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah G#m And I can ride with my baby F# Bsus2 I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby Verso 2: G#m E Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands F# C#sus2 I might just snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb' G#m E I might just snatch up a necklace, drop a couple on a ring F# C#sus2 She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything G#m E And Iā??m off in the bando, with a 'nero that can't go F# C#sus2 Remy boys got the stamp though, countin up bands though G#m How far can your bands go? E F# Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though C#sus2 E If you checking for my pockets I'm like Hook: (E) G#m And I get high with my baby F# Bsus2 E I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah G#m And I can ride with my baby F# Bsus2 E I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah G#m And I get high with my baby F# Bsus2 E I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah G#m And I can ride with my baby F# Bsus2 I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby Verso 1: G#m Like, "Hello." E F# Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door C#sus2 G#m I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll E F# Married to the money, introduced her to my stove C#sus2 G#m Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low E F# She my trap queen, let her hit the bando C#sus2 G#m We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go E F# We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos C#sus2 G#m 50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though E F# Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole C#sus2 G#m Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go E F# Everybody hating, we just call them fans though C#sus2 G#m In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go (G#m) E F# I be smoking dope, you know Backwoods what I roll C#sus2 G#m Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho E F# I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe C#sus2 Remy Boyz or nothing, Remy Remy Boys or Hook: E G#m And I get high with my baby F# Bsus2 E I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah G#m And I can ride with my baby F# Bsus2 E I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah G#m And I get high with my baby F# Bsus2 E I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah G#m And I can ride with my baby F# Bsus2 I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby E G#m F# Bsus2 E 1738, 1738 G#m F# Got a sack for us to roll Bsus2 E 1738