"679"

(with Montana Bucks)



[Fetty Wap:]

Yeaaah baby, 17

Ay, ay look



[Fetty Wap:]

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

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

I got a Glock in my ‘rari, 17 shots, no 38

I got a Glock in my ‘rari, 17 shots, no 38



[Hook - Fetty Wap:]

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

Ay, yeaaah baby



[Montana Bucks:]

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



[Hook]



[Fetty Wap:]

ZooWap, Monty

Zoowap, Monty

Yeaah baby, Remy Boyz