Remy Boyz - 679 lyrics

[Intro: Fetty Wap] Yeaaah 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 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 a** 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 [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 n***as everywhere And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere Now go say something Don’t you n***as play dumb You know where we came from You don’t want sauce, no A1 [Hook] [Outro: Fetty Wap] ZooWap, Monty Zoowap, Monty Yeaah baby, Remy Boyz