679 (feat. Remy Boyz)

Yeah, baby, 17
(Remy Boy Lifestyle)
Ayy, ayy, look

Baby girl, you so damn fine, though
I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though
I'm sippin' on you like some fine wine, though (Remy Boyz)
And when it's over, I press rewind, though, ayy

You talkin' bands, girl, I got it
Benjamin's all in my pocket
I traded in my Trues for some Robins
He playin' Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him
Ayy, I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy, 17 shots, no .38
Ayy, I got a Glock in my 'Rari, 17 shots, no .38

I'm like, yeah, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine (yeah, baby)
She walk past, I press rewind (yeah, baby)
To see that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us (they know us)
All fast money, no slow bucks (yeah, baby)
No one can control us
(Uh, yeah, Monty) ayy, yeah, baby

Tell me what you see, is it money or it's me?
I smoke 20, smell the -
I got hunnies in my V (yeah, baby)
They like, "Monty, can you be my baby, daddy?" I'm like "Yeah" (yeah)
I got Robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pair (ayy, ayy)
All you see is Remy Boyz, you know my niggas everywhere (Remy Boyz)
And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere (Monty, let's go)

Now go say some' (ayy)
Don't you niggas play dumb (yeah)
You know where we came from
You won't want sauce, no A1

I'm like, yeah, she's fine (fine)
Wonder when she'll be mine (woo)
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, yeah, baby

Ayy, she a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine
She ain't nothin' like 'em bimbos (she ain't nothin' like 'em bimbos)
If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here
Blowin', pluck it out the window (pluck it out the window)
We get playin', press rewind, got her singin' every time
Take a high note for me, girlfriend
Got my city lookin' rude, I ain't Diddy, I ain't Loon
But I think I need a girlfriend

She feelin' great as I'm talkin' to her
She a Remy Girl 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 (sheesh)

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, go-go-got her with the happy feel
I'm 'bout to spoil her, oh, my

I'm like, yeah, she's fine (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 (Remy Boyz, yeah)
All fast money, no slow bucks (all fast money)
No one can control us (no one can control us)
Ayy, yeah, baby

ZooWap, Monty
ZooWap, Dicey
Yeah, baby, Remy Boyz
Yeah, yeah