Verse 1 
                          F#m 
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" 
                D                          A 
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door 
              E                           F#m 
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll 
               D                           A 
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove 
                  E                             F#m 
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixing for low 
             A                       D 
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando 
               A                           F#m 
We be counting up, watch how far them bands go 
              D                      A 
We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos 
          E                      F#m 
Dot 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though 
                    D                         A 
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole 
              E                         F#m 
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go 
           D                            A 
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though 
                  E                           F#m 
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go 
 
Chorus 1  2x 
          D 
And I get high with my baby 
A                                  E                    F#m 
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah 
          D 
And I can ride with my baby 
A                            E                     F#m 
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah 
 
Verse 2 
           F#m                            D                 
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands 
                 A                 E 
I just might snatch a Gerrari and buy my boo a Lamb' 
                 F#m                        D 
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring 
            A                             E 
She ain't want it for nothing because I got her everything 
           F#m                        D 
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go 
       A                         E 
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho 
     F#m 
How far can your Benz go? 
D                                  A               
Getty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho 
        E                         F#m 
If you checking out my pockets hold up 
 
Chorus 2   2x 
         D 
And I get high with my baby 
A                                  E                    F#m 
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah 
          D 
And I can ride with my baby 
A                            E                     F#m 
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah 
 
Outro 
              F#m                                D 
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll 
           E                            F#m 
Remy Boy, Getty eating shit up that's fasho 
               D                        A 
Ill run in ya house, then I'll f*ck your ho 
                     E                           F#m 
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing 
 
D  A  E