Biografía:
Willie Maxwell (07 de junho de 1990), mais conhecido como Fetty Wap, é um rapper americano. Nascido na cidade Paterson, Nova Jersey, tornou-se conhecido pelo single "Trap Queen", que alcançou segundo lugar na parada da Billboard Hot 100 nos Estados Unidos. Em novembro de 2014 assinou com a 300 Entertainment e se prepara para lançar uma mixtape auto-intitulado ainda este ano.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
G Am G
Remy Boyz, yeah
Am G
1738 8
[Verse 1]
G Em
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."
F C
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
Em F
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
C Em
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
F C
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
Em F
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
C Em
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
F C
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
Em F
Got 50, 60 grand, five hundred grams though
C Em
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
F C
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Em F
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
C Em
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
[Chorus]
G
And I get high with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
[Verse 2]
Em
(I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello.")
F C
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
Em F
I just might snatch a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
C Em
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
F C
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
Em F
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go
C Em
Remy boys got the stamp, count up hella them bands though
F
How far can your bands go?
C Em
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
F
If you checking for my pockets I'm like
[Chorus]
G
And I get high with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
[Bridge]
F C
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Em F
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
C Em
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
F C
'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
[Outro]
Em
Yeah, you hear my boy
F C
Sounding like a zillion bucks on a track
Em F
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
C Em
Put your money where your mouth is
F C
Money on the wood make the game go good
Em
Money outta sight cause fights
F
Put up or shut up
C
Uh, Nittdagrit
Em
RGF productions
S-quad
G Am G
Remy Boyz, yeah
Am G
1738 8
[Verse 1]
G Em
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."
F C
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
Em F
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
C Em
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
F C
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
Em F
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
C Em
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
F C
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
Em F
Got 50, 60 grand, five hundred grams though
C Em
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
F C
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Em F
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
C Em
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
[Chorus]
G
And I get high with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
[Verse 2]
Em
(I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello.")
F C
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
Em F
I just might snatch a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
C Em
I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
F C
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
Em F
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go
C Em
Remy boys got the stamp, count up hella them bands though
F
How far can your bands go?
C Em
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
F
If you checking for my pockets I'm like
[Chorus]
G
And I get high with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
G
And I can ride with my baby
Am G Am
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
[Bridge]
F C
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Em F
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
C Em
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
F C
'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
[Outro]
Em
Yeah, you hear my boy
F C
Sounding like a zillion bucks on a track
Em F
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
C Em
Put your money where your mouth is
F C
Money on the wood make the game go good
Em
Money outta sight cause fights
F
Put up or shut up
C
Uh, Nittdagrit
Em
RGF productions
S-quad
Ffh
Fia
Fialta
Fickle Friends
Fiddler On The R (...)
Filous
Filter
Filthy Frank
Fina
Final Fantasy 6