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Yeaaah baby, 17 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, ay 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, ay I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ay, 17 shots, no 38 ay 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 Ay, yeaaah baby Tell me what you see Is it money or it’s me? Letras de cancionesI 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 Ay, yeaaah baby 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 bouta spoil her, got her with the happy feel I'm bouta spoil her, oh my 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 Ay, yeaaah baby ZooWap, Monty Zoowap, Dicey Yeaah baby, Remy Boyz Yeaah, yeaaah From Letras Mania