[Verse: Ajay Jones]
All my bitches sippin' on that wine though
Your baby momma so damn fine though
Did she tell you that I hit it from behind though
When we finish, she gon' let me hit again though, ay
I'm chuckin' bands, bitches got it
Trues, and my Benz in my pocket
Bitches gettin' rude, in they Robins
You throwin' hands, n***a, Fetty gon' rob ya, ay
I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy, 17 shots, no .38
I got a Glock in my 'Rari, 17 shots, no .38

[Chorus: 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
Ayy, yeaaah baby

[Verse: Monty]
Uh, yeah, Monty
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

[Chorus: 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
Ayy, yeaaah baby