[Couplet 1 : Kekra]
Faut faire de la caillasse, bébé, bébé
Si tu veux déclasser ces pétasses, bébé, bébé
Faut faire de la maille, bébé, bébé
Cuisine-moi cette frappe si tu veux qu'on se taille, bébé, bébé
A Dubaï ou en Thaï', bébé, bébé
Ne la coupe pas, ne mets pas de bicar', bébé, bébé
Te déplace pas pour un gramme, bébé, bébé
Change de perruque, change de puce tous les lundis soir
En attendant, je suis dans le hall
Ca brasse ça brasse ça brasse, ça brasse mais sans le crawl
Vis-ser plus de 30 schlags en sous-marin, fuck le chrome
Lâcher tout à 35 ans, sous-marin et prends le trom'
Je mange le fou, m'empare de la reine et prends le trône
Je dors que d'un œil comme Fetty Wap
Repense au schlag que j'ai vé-squi qui voulait dix oid'
Qu'il nique sa race, bébé, bébé
Lui et sa dégaine ta3 les poucaves, la volaille, bébé, bébé
Chez nous, c'est la hass, bébé, bébé
J'suis à deux doigts de faire un DAB, bébé, bébé
On a la dalle, bébé, bébé
J'ai foutu la cagoule pour moins que ce rap, bébé, bébé

[Refrain : Fetty Wap]
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
[Couplet 2 : Fetty Wap]
I hit the strip with my trap queen, cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
It's big ZooWap from the bando, remind me where I can't go
Remy Boyz got the stamp, though
Count up hella them bands though
Boy how far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand
K how I stand though, if you checkin' for my pockets I'm like

[Refrain : Fetty Wap]
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies

[Pont : Fetty Wap]
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans, though
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go
[Couplet 3 : Fetty Wap]
I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up, that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
Cause Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'

[Outro : Nitt Da Gritt (Fetty Wap)]
(She my trap queen)
Yeah, you hear my boy
(She my trap queen)
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
(She my trap queen)
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
(And I get high with my baby)
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wood make the game go good
Money out of sight cause fights
Put up or shut up, huh?
Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions