(Hook)
My niggas stack their money just to spend it
Cause when you die you cannot take it with you
If you ain’t beefin’ ‘bout the money, then what’s the problem?
Don’t worry about my niggas cause I got ‘em
My niggas stack their money just to spend it
Cause when you die you cannot take it with you
And if you ain’t beefin’ ‘bout no money, then what’s the problem?
Don’t worry about my niggas, ZooWap got ‘em

(Verse)
On everything, for 17 I’m wildin’
Treat my whole squad on an island
Ziploc gang, bring a lighter
It’s gon’ be a house party on this island
sht boom like M80s on this island
It’s a lot of trillionaires throwin’ dollars
Causin’ pure hell, wildin’ out on this island
I do this too swell, my pockets too swell
Come try the 100 gang, man they’ll shoot ya
I do this for my squad, I do this for my gang
I do this for my squad, I do this for my gang
It’s Zoovier from the trap and ain’t a damn thing change

(Hook)
My niggas stack their money just to spend it
Cause when you die you cannot take it with you
If you ain’t beefin’ ‘bout the money, then what’s the problem?
Don’t worry about my niggas cause I got ‘em
My niggas stack their money just to spend it
Cause when you die you cannot take it with you
And if you ain’t beefin’ ‘bout no money, then what’s the problem?
Don’t worry about my niggas, ZooWap got ‘em

Outro:
(Cm Ab Bb) x8 or so then fade out

(Hook 2x:)
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

(Verse 2:)
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb’
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain’t want it for nothin’ because I got her everything
bch you up in the bando, without deniro can’t go
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho
How far can your Benz go?
Fetty Wap I’m living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
If you checking out my pockets hol’ up

(Hook 2x:)
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

(Verse 1 Repeat)

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating sht up that’s fasho
Ill run in ya house, then I’ll fk your ho
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

/end/

Baby girl, you’re so damn fine though
I’m on you front to back so much that my rewind broke
You really got it like really got it. It really shows
Anytime anybody talkin' sht be like “What are those?”
Be yourself then watch everybody around you follow
Ain’t messing with no amateurs. Keep them at the Apollo
I see you on the high but we keepin’ it on the low though
I see ‘em talkin’ stupid, think Donald Trump talkin’ Mexico
This ain’t what you wanted though. Tunin’ in like we didn’t know
We will always keep it real like Kanye at an interview
And now we’ll never know, what it feels to be like you

(Hook)

I’m like, yeah, she’s fine
Wonder when she’ll be mine
Walk past, I press rewind
To see dat ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Devvon Terrell, they know us
I’m a young god, in weird I trust
No one can control us
Yeaaah, baby!