679 (feat. Remy Boyz)

Yeaaah baby, 17

(RemyBoy Lifestyle)

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

And 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

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

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 niggas everywhere

And if somebody got a problem

We could meet up anywhere

Now go say something

Don't you niggas play dumb

You know where we came from

You don't want sauce, no A1

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

Ayy, she a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine

She ain't nothing like them bimbos

If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here

Blowing, pluck it out the window

We get playing, press rewind, got her singing every time

Take a high note for me, girlfriend

Got my city looking rude

I ain't Diddy, I ain't Loon, but I think I need a girlfriend

She feeling great as I'm talking to her

She a RemyGirl, so I'm gon' pursue her

I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on

Thousand dollars when I get my tip on

I'm off her, asked her if her fatty real

She said that's all her, got her with the happy feel

I'm 'bout to spoil her, got her with the happy feel

I'm 'bout to spoil her, oh my

I'm like, yeah, she's fine

Wonder when she'll be mine

She walk past, I press rewind

Just 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

ZooWap, Monty

ZooWap, Dicey

Yeaah baby, Remy Boyz

Yeaah, yeaaah