| You could ride, but I fly with my wings
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| With the squad, bumping sharks in the tank
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| Hit the mall, spend it all, hit the bank
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| Remy Boyz, 1738
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| You could ride, but I fly with my wings
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| With the squad, bumping sharks in the tank
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| Hit the mall, spend it all, hit the bank
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| Remy Boyz, 1738
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| I’m chilling at the jugg spot, ZooWap got the hood hot
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| Wish a nigga would try, chopper hit him, bulls eye
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| Tryna get a quick flip, couple hoes nitwit
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| I’m young and I’m gifted, gun where my hip is
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| It come with extensions, her tongue where my dick is
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| I’m all about my riches, I don’t play the benches
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| Baby I’m a starter, gotta work harder
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| Where I’m from, they’ll line you up like your barber
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| Feeling like I’m Weezy, bitch, I’m feeling like tha Carter
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| Plus she call me Daddy but I’m nothing like her father
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| Bitches they don’t love you, they just love for your dollars
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| Don’t make me call my goons up, they might go retarded
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| You could ride, but I fly with my wings
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| With the squad, bumping sharks in the tank
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| Hit the mall, spend it all, hit the bank
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| Remy Boyz, 1738
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| You could ride, but I fly with my wings
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| With the squad, bumping sharks in the tank
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| Hit the mall, spend it all, hit the bank
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| Remy Boyz, 1738
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| We could fly, we could ride, we could smoke, baby
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| Rolling woods, rolling woods, hit the do', baby
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| Fuck you thought? |
| Zoo Gang walking in, baby
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| Throwing fifties, collect twenties, save the tens, baby
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| All hundreds when I spend 'em on my Robins, ay
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| Big Benz, baby, ZooWap, know I got 'em, ay
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| Me and Monty going in, we go retarded, ay
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| All these bitches wanting us, we fuck 'em all, ay
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| Pull up in my Benz, fuck her and her friends
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| All about my ends, stack the Benjamins
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| Pull up in my 'Rari, pull up in my 'Rari
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| Bitches go retarded, bitches go retarded, yeah baby
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| You could ride, but I fly with my wings
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| With the squad, bumping sharks in the tank
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| Hit the mall, spend it all, hit the bank
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| Remy Boyz, 1738
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| You could ride, but I fly with my wings
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| With the squad, bumping sharks in the tank
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| Hit the mall, spend it all, hit the bank
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| Remy Boyz, 1738 |