Lyrics Remy Martin - Joey Fatts

Remy Martin

She my main bitch, she down to put in work
Gotta take trips riding with a brick up her skirt
Never slipping, three-eighty she keep it in the purse
Leave a nigga murked, and she down for better or for worse
She my main bitch, she down to ride
A down bopper keep that chopper on the side
And she all about her cake like Dunkin Hines
If it’s 'bout some money, then you know she down for slanging pie’s
She whine fine, trapping in some pumps
And she hold me down every time a nigga stunt
Grab the steering wheel while I let that forty bust
On the block like a rhino with the forty tucked
Tell us what you want, nigga we got it all
She with a nigga when I ball and if I fall
She talking money every time I get a call
And money’s over everything, that’s why she over y’all
I got a couple broads, but she my main bitch
My main thing and someone I slang this 'caine with
We lane change in the Range while the 'caine flip
I’m just stunting and my bitch she on that same shit