[Outro: Fetty Wap & Monty]
Ay, ay, look
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
& when it's over, I press rewind though, ayy
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, ayy
I got a Glock in my 'rari, ayy
17 shots, no .38
I got a Glock in my 'rari
17 shots, no .38

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
& I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Ayy, yeah, baby

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