By: Fetty Wap
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello." Sit your 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
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We just set set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos a 50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Hit the stip 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
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low She my trap queen, let het hit the bando We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
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