Remy Cup Songtext

I know just what you want, I know just what you need
Let's just go hit a blunt, let's sip some 17
Alexander McQueen, I might get her a ring
And she fuck with the team, I fuck her, make her scream
Back it up in reverse, I had to hit it first
Just wanna see you twerk, ain't tryna make it work
Only the gold bottles, watch how the hoes follow
We got the same car but you got the old model
My niggas bang hard, might let off a whole hollow
Go get my bank card, I'm your nigga's role model

She want the finer things, I'm talkin' fancy cars
You see them diamond rings, go get it just because
With my designer frames, she wanna lick me up
And do all type of things, I got my Remy Cup
I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup
I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup
She want the finer things, I'm talkin' fancy cars
I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup
I got my Remy Cup, don't want nobody else
My niggas blickied up, and we be high as hell
She wanna lick me up, I'm like, "You might as well"
Don't worry, I won't tell, all hundred dollar bills
She want the finer things, I'm talkin' Jimmy Choos
I'm talkin' plenty shoes, I'm talkin' Bentley coupe
And she got road rage, fuck what them hoes say
I'm in my gold frames, nothin' like my old ways
Oh I can show you twerk, she want that Tory Burch
She want that 17, promise I'll never leave

She want the finer things, I'm talkin' fancy cars
You see them diamond rings, go get it just because
With my designer frames, she wanna lick me up
And do all type of things, I got my Remy Cup
I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup
I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup
She want the finer things, I'm talkin' fancy cars
I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup