I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."

Seen your pretty face soon

as you came in the 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

Let her hit the bando

We be countin' up

Watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal

Talkin' matchin' Lambos

A 50, 60 grand

Prob' a hundred grams though

Man, I swear I love her

how she work it on the pole

Hit the strip club

We be letting bands go

Everybody hating

We just call them fans though

In love with the money

I ain't ever letting go

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall

I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen

Cooking pies with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall

I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

Ride with my baby, ride ride

I hit the strip with my trap queen

'Cause all we know is bands

I just might snatch a 'Rari

and buy my boo a Lamb'

I just might snatch her a necklace

Drop a couple on a ring

She ain't wanting for nothin'

because I got her everything

And I'm up in the the bando

Without dinero I can't go

Remy boys got the stamp tho

Count them bands though

How far can your bands go?

Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K

how I stand though

If you checking for my pockets I'm like

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall

I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall

I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

Ride with my baby, ride, ride

And I get high with my baby

Fly with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen

Cooking pies with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall

I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

Ride with my baby, ride, rid