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Hello\"\nSeen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\nI just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\nMarried to the money, introduced her to my stove\nShowed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\nShe my trap queen, let her hit the bando\nWe be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\nWe just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\nAt 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\nMan, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole\nHit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\nEverybody hatin', we just call them fans, though\nIn love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\nAnd I get high with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\nI'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\nI hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands\nI just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'\nI might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring\nShe ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything\nIt's big ZooWap from the bando\nRemind me where I can't go\nRemy Boyz got the stamp though\nCount up hella them bands though\nBoy how far can your bands go?\nFetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though\nIf you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...\n\nAnd I get high with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\nI'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\nSeen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\nI just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\nMarried to the money, introduced her to my stove\nShowed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\nShe my trap queen, let her hit the bando\nWe be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\nWe just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\nAt 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\nMan, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole\nHit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\nEverybody hatin', we just call them fans though\nIn love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\nI be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll\nRemy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho\nI'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho\n'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'\nRe-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'\n\n(She my trap queen)\nYeah, you hear my boy\n(She my trap queen)\nSoundin' like a zillion bucks on the track\n(She my trap queen)\nI got whatever on my boy, whatever\n(And I get high with my baby)\nPut your money where your mouth is\nMoney on the wood make the game go good\nMoney out of sight cause fights\nPut up or shut up, huh?\nNitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions\n(ZooWap)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trap Queen (Remix)\n artist: Fetty Wap\n album: Fetty Wap\n duration_ms: 310988\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n RGF productions\n Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh\n 1738\n\n I'm like \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\n Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\n I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\n Married to the money, introduced her to my stove\n Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\n She my trap queen, let her hit the bando\n We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\n We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\n At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\n Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole\n Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\n Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though\n In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\n And I get high with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\n I'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\n I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands\n I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'\n I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring\n She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything\n It's big ZooWap from the bando\n Remind me where I can't go\n Remy Boyz got the stamp though\n Count up hella them bands though\n Boy how far can your bands go?\n Fetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though\n If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...\n\n And I get high with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\n I'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\n Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\n I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\n Married to the money, introduced her to my stove\n Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\n She my trap queen, let her hit the bando\n We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\n We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\n At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\n Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole\n Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\n Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though\n In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\n I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll\n Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho\n I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho\n 'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'\n Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'\n\n (She my trap queen)\n Yeah, you hear my boy\n (She my trap queen)\n Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track\n (She my trap queen)\n I got whatever on my boy, whatever\n (And I get high with my baby)\n Put your money where your mouth is\n Money on the wood make the game go good\n Money out of sight cause fights\n Put up or shut up, huh?\n Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions\n (ZooWap)\n"},{"id":25611185,"name":"Trap Queen (remix)","trackName":"Trap Queen (remix)","artistName":"Fetty Wap","albumName":"Fetty Wap","duration":195.63102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"RGF productions\nRemy Boyz, yeaahhhh\n1738\n\nI'm like \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\nSeen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\nI just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\nMarried to the money, introduced her to my stove\nShowed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\nShe my trap queen, let her hit the bando\nWe be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\nWe just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\nAt 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\nMan, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole\nHit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\nEverybody hatin', we just call them fans, though\nIn love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\nAnd I get high with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\nI'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\nI hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands\nI just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'\nI might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring\nShe ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything\nIt's big ZooWap from the bando\nRemind me where I can't go\nRemy Boyz got the stamp though\nCount up hella them bands though\nBoy how far can your bands go?\nFetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though\nIf you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...\n\nAnd I get high with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\nI'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\nSeen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\nI just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\nMarried to the money, introduced her to my stove\nShowed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\nShe my trap queen, let her hit the bando\nWe be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\nWe just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\nAt 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\nMan, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole\nHit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\nEverybody hatin', we just call them fans though\nIn love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\nI be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll\nRemy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho\nI'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho\n'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'\nRe-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'\n\n(She my trap queen)\nYeah, you hear my boy\n(She my trap queen)\nSoundin' like a zillion bucks on the track\n(She my trap queen)\nI got whatever on my boy, whatever\n(And I get high with my baby)\nPut your money where your mouth is\nMoney on the wood make the game go good\nMoney out of sight cause fights\nPut up or shut up, huh?\nNitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions\n(ZooWap)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trap Queen (remix)\n artist: Fetty Wap\n album: Fetty Wap\n duration_ms: 195631\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n RGF productions\n Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh\n 1738\n\n I'm like \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\n Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\n I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\n Married to the money, introduced her to my stove\n Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\n She my trap queen, let her hit the bando\n We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\n We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\n At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\n Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole\n Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\n Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though\n In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\n And I get high with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\n I'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\n I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands\n I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'\n I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring\n She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything\n It's big ZooWap from the bando\n Remind me where I can't go\n Remy Boyz got the stamp though\n Count up hella them bands though\n Boy how far can your bands go?\n Fetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though\n If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...\n\n And I get high with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\n I'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\n Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\n I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\n Married to the money, introduced her to my stove\n Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\n She my trap queen, let her hit the bando\n We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\n We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\n At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\n Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole\n Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\n Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though\n In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\n I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll\n Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho\n I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho\n 'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'\n Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'\n\n (She my trap queen)\n Yeah, you hear my boy\n (She my trap queen)\n Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track\n (She my trap queen)\n I got whatever on my boy, whatever\n (And I get high with my baby)\n Put your money where your mouth is\n Money on the wood make the game go good\n Money out of sight cause fights\n Put up or shut up, huh?\n Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions\n (ZooWap)\n"},{"id":24223232,"name":"Trap Queen (remix) (feat․ Gradur)","trackName":"Trap Queen (remix) (feat․ Gradur)","artistName":"Fetty Wap","albumName":"Fetty Wap","duration":195.082449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"RGF productions\nRemy Boyz, yeaahhhh\n1738\n\nI'm like \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\nSeen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\nI just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\nMarried to the money, introduced her to my stove\nShowed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\nShe my trap queen, let her hit the bando\nWe be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\nWe just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\nAt 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\nMan, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole\nHit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\nEverybody hatin', we just call them fans, though\nIn love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\nAnd I get high with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\nI'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\nI hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands\nI just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'\nI might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring\nShe ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything\nIt's big ZooWap from the bando\nRemind me where I can't go\nRemy Boyz got the stamp though\nCount up hella them bands though\nBoy how far can your bands go?\nFetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though\nIf you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...\n\nAnd I get high with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\nI'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\nSeen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\nI just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\nMarried to the money, introduced her to my stove\nShowed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\nShe my trap queen, let her hit the bando\nWe be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\nWe just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\nAt 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\nMan, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole\nHit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\nEverybody hatin', we just call them fans though\nIn love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\nI be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll\nRemy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho\nI'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho\n'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'\nRe-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'\n\n(She my trap queen)\nYeah, you hear my boy\n(She my trap queen)\nSoundin' like a zillion bucks on the track\n(She my trap queen)\nI got whatever on my boy, whatever\n(And I get high with my baby)\nPut your money where your mouth is\nMoney on the wood make the game go good\nMoney out of sight cause fights\nPut up or shut up, huh?\nNitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions\n(ZooWap)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trap Queen (remix) (feat․ Gradur)\n artist: Fetty Wap\n album: Fetty Wap\n duration_ms: 195082\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n RGF productions\n Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh\n 1738\n\n I'm like \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\n Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door\n I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\n Married to the money, introduced her to my stove\n Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\n She my trap queen, let her hit the bando\n We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\n We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\n At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though\n Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole\n Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\n Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though\n In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\n And I get high with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\n I'm like, \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\n I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands\n I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'\n I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring\n She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything\n It's big ZooWap from the bando\n Remind me where I can't go\n Remy Boyz got the stamp though\n Count up hella them bands though\n Boy how far can your bands go?\n Fetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though\n If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...\n\n And I get high with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\n I'm like, \"Hey, what's up? 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Hello\"\nI hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands\nI just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'\nI might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring\nShe ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything\nIt's big ZooWap from the bando\nRemind me where I can't go\nRemy Boyz got the stamp though\nCount up hella them bands though\nBoy how far can your bands go?\nFetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though\nIf you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...\n\nAnd I get high with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\nAnd I can ride with my baby\nI be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\nI'm like, \"Hey, what's up? 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Hello\"\n I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands\n I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'\n I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring\n She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything\n It's big ZooWap from the bando\n Remind me where I can't go\n Remy Boyz got the stamp though\n Count up hella them bands though\n Boy how far can your bands go?\n Fetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though\n If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...\n\n And I get high with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\n I'm like, \"Hey, what's up? 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Hello\"\n I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands\n I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'\n I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring\n She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything\n It's big ZooWap from the bando\n Remind me where I can't go\n Remy Boyz got the stamp though\n Count up hella them bands though\n Boy how far can your bands go?\n Fetty Wap, I'm livin' fifty thousand K how I stand though\n If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like...\n\n And I get high with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\n I'm like, \"Hey, what's up? 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Hello\"\n Seen yo' pretty ass, soon as you came in the door\n I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\n Married to the money, introduced her to my stove\n Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\n She my trap queen, let her hit the bando\n We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go\n We just set a goal, talking matchin' Lambos\n At 56 a gram, five a hundred grams though\n Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole\n Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\n Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though\n In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\n And I get high with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen, cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\n I'm like \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\n I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands\n I just might snatch up a 'Rari, and buy my boo a Lamb'\n I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring\n She ain't wantin' for nothin', because I got her everything\n\n It's big ZooWap from the bando\n Remind me where I can't go\n Remy Boyz got the stamp though\n Count up hella them bands though\n Boy, how far can your bands go?\n Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though\n If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like\n\n And I get high with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah\n And I can ride with my baby\n I be in the kitchen cookin' pies\n\n I'm like \"Hey, what's up? Hello\"\n Seen yo pretty ass, soon as you came in the door\n I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll\n Married to the money, introduced her to my stove\n Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low\n She my trap queen, let her hit the bando\n We be countin' up watch how far them bands go\n We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos\n At 56 a gram, five a hundred grams though\n Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole\n Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go\n Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though\n In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go\n\n I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll\n Remy Boy, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho\n I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck ya hoe\n 'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'\n Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah\n\n Yeah, you hear my boy\n Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track\n I got whatever on my boy, whatever\n Put your money where your mouth is\n Money on the wood make the game go good\n Money out of sight cause fights\n Put up or shut up, huh?\n Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions\n Squad\n"}]