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    [Intro: Fetty Wap]
    Yeaah baby, 17
    Ay, ay, look

    [Verse 1: 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, ay
    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, ay
    I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ay, 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
    Just 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, yeaah baby

    [Verse 2: 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]
    I'm like, yeah, she's fine
    Wonder when she'll be mine
    She walk past, I press rewind
    Just 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, yeaah baby

    [Verse 3: P-Dice]
    She a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine
    She ain't nothing like them bimbos
    If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here
    Blowing, pluck it out the window
    Dj playing, press rewind, got her singing every time
    Take a high note for me girlfriend
    Got my city looking rude, I ain't Diddy I ain't Loon
    But I think I need a girlfriend
    She feeling great as I'm talking to her
    She a Remygirl so I'm gon' pursue her
    I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on
    Thousand dollars when I get my tip on
    I'm off her, asked her if her fatty real
    She said that's all her, got her with the happy feel
    I'm bouta spoil her, got her with the happy feel
    I'm bouta spoil her, oh my

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    I'm like, yeah, she's fine
    Wonder when she'll be mine
    She walk past, I press rewind
    Just 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, yeaah baby

    [Outro: Fetty Wap]
    Zoowap, Monty
    Zoowap, Dicey
    Yeaah baby, Remy Boyz
    Yeaah, yeaah

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