Lyrics: Remy Boyz, yeah 1738, ayy I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello?" Seen yo pretty ahh 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 remix it for low She my trap queen, let her hit the bando We be counting up, watch how far them bands go We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos In love with the money, I ain't never letting go And I get high with my baby (my baby) I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah And I get high with my baby (my baby) I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yea
Song not really ment for ages 10-
