Lyrics: Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though Wanna know if I could hit it from behind Though I'm sippin' on you like some fine wine Though When it's over, I press rewind, though Talkin' bands, I got it Benjamins in my pocket I traded in my Trues for some Robins Then he's playing Batman Fetty's gon' rob him (yeah) I got the Glock in my 'Rari Seventeen shots, no 38 Yeah, I got the Glock in my 'Rari Seventeen shots, no 38 Yeah, she's fine wonder when she'll be mine Walk past, I press rewind 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 And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us She's got class and style Street knowledge by the pound Baby never act wild Very lowkey on the profile Catching feelings is a no Let me show you how it goes Herb's the word, spin's the verb Lovers it curves, freak what you heard I like the way you work it (No Diggity) I'm 'bout to bag it up I like the way you work it (No Diggity) I'm 'bout to bag it up I like the way you work it (No Diggity) 'Bout to bag it up I like the way you work it And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us No diggity, darling I like the way you work it (1738) No diggity, darling I'm 'bout to bag it up (1738) No diggity, darling I like the way you work it (1738) No diggity, darling I'm 'bout to bag it up (1738) No diggity, darling I like the way you work it (1738) No diggity, darling I'm 'bout to bag it up (1738)
