679 - Fetty Wap, Monty

Yeah baby, 17

(Remy Boyz lifestyle)

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

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

I got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no 38

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, like 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 hood gang control us

Ay, yeah baby

Tell me what you see

Is it money or it’s me?

I 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 some

Don’t you niggas play dumb

You know where we came from

You don’t want sauce, no A1

Ay, they think they know us

They can’t control us

Man I got this sewed up

Remy Boyz they know us

679 this is Zoo year baby

Monty and the Zoovier baby

ZooGang, all my zoo near baby, yeah baby

A thousand on my shoes when I walk through baby

10.5 for a walkthrough baby

ZooGang you know my whole zoo near

And baby I’m Zoovier

ZooWap, Monty

Zoowap, Monty

Yeah baby, Remy Boyz