"679"
(with Montana Bucks)
[Fetty Wap:]
Yeaaah baby, 17
Ay, ay look
[Fetty Wap:]
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
[Hook - Fetty Wap:]
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
[Montana Bucks:]
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 something
Don’t you niggas play dumb
You know where we came from
You don’t want sauce, no A1
[Hook]
[Fetty Wap:]
ZooWap, Monty
Zoowap, Monty
Yeaah baby, Remy Boyz
