Kashmir

I hit the strip with my trap queen
 'Cause all we know is bands
 I might just snatch up a Rari
 And buy my boo a Lambo
 I might just snatch up a necklace
 Drop a couple on a ring
 She ain't want it for nothin'
 Because I got her everything
 Bitch you up on the bando
 Ride with me where I can't go
 Remy boys got extendo
 Count up hella bands tho
 I'll fuck in your benz hoe
 Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand
 K how I stand tho
 If you checking for my pockets I'm like
 And I get high with my baby
 I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
 And I get right with my baby
 I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeahh
 And I get right with my baby
 I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
 And I get right with my baby
 I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
 I'm like hey, wassup, hello
 Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
 I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
 Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
 Showed her how to whip it now she remix it for low
 She my trap queen let her hit the bando
 We be counting up watch how far them bands go
 We just selling dope, talking matching lambos
 Got 50 60 grams prob 100 grams though
 Man I swear I love her how she work that damn pole
 Hit the strip club we be letting them bands go
 Everybody hating we just call them fans though
 In love with the money I ain't never letting go
 I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
 Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
 I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck ya ho
 Remy boyz are nuttin' re-re-remy boyz are nuttin'