1738 I'm like, hey, what's up, hello Seen yo pretty ass 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, let her hit the bando We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos Got Fifty, sixty grand, five hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn 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 never letting go And I get high with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah, yeah, no And I can ride with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah-he And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb' I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything It's from the bando, without dinero can't go Remy boys got the stamp, though Count up hella, them bands though How far can your bands go? Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like And I get high with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah-he And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah, no, no And I can ride with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah-he And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby I'm like, hey, what's up, hello Seen yo pretty ass 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, let her hit the bando We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos Got Fifty, sixty grand, five hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn 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 never letting go I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boy, Fetty eating that's fasho I'll run in ya house, then, your ho Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin' And I get high with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, no And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, no, no, no And I can ride with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, no And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, no 1738, 1738, got a sack for us to roll, 1738