RGF Productions Remy Boyz Yah-ah 1738, ayy I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" Seen yo' pretty ass, soon as you came in the door I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Married to the money, introduced her to my stove Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low She my trap queen, let her hit the bando We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go We just set a goal, talking matchin' Lambos At 56 a gram, five a hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go And I get high with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen, cookin' pies with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands I just might snatch up a 'Rari, and buy my boo a Lamb' I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring She ain't wantin' for nothin', because I got her everything It's big ZooWap from the bando Remind me where I can't go Remy Boyz got the stamp though Count up hella them bands though Boy, how far can your bands go? Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like And I get high with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" Seen yo pretty ass, soon as you came in the door I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Married to the money, introduced her to my stove Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low She my trap queen, let her hit the bando We be countin' up watch how far them bands go We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos At 56 a gram, five a hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boy, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck ya hoe 'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin' Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah Yeah, you hear my boy Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track I got whatever on my boy, whatever Put your money where your mouth is Money on the wood make the game go good Money out of sight cause fights Put up or shut up, huh? Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions Squad

You used to call me on my cell phone Late night when you need my love Call me on your cell phone Late night when you need my love And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing Ever since I left the city you Got a reputation for yourself now Everybody knows and I feel left out Girl you got me down, you got me stressed out Cause ever since I left the city, you Started wearing less and going out more Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor Hangin' with some girls I've never seen before You used to call me on my cell phone Late night when you need my love Call me on your cell phone Late night when you need my love I know when that hotline bling That could only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling I know when that hotline bling That could only mean one thing These days, all I do is Wonder if you're bendin over backwards for someone Else Wonder if you're rolling up them Backwoods for someone else For someone, for someone else I said I wonder, I wonder I wonder, I wonder I said I wonder, I wonder

Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh oh ohhhhhh 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 Fory Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Yeah baby Baby girl, you'r e 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 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 Yeah baby No you cant control me All these suits sittin' actin' like they know me This shit is more than money dog it runs so deep So this my vow, take it back to the old me Oh yeah yeah yeahh This shit is more than money dog it runs so deep This my vow take it back to the old me

Je suis rentré d'Indochine hier matin J'ai rapporté des dahlias et du jasmin J'y ai laissé ma jeunesse et ma moto Je suis rentré d'Indochine Sur la piste Ho-Chi-Minh j'aurais dansé En l'honneur du Vietminh j'aurais fumé Je suis rentré d'Indochine hier matin J'ai rapporté des dahlias et du jasmin Bob Morane est étendu Brigitte Béjot entendue Oh oh oh Voilà un singe en hiver Oh oh oh J'entends plus les hélicoptères Je suis rentré d'Indochine et j'ai trouvé Une vie bien trop facile bête à crever J'ai déposé mes dahlias et mon jasmin Je suis reparti j'ai dit "salut, j'vais voir plus loin" Plus loin c'est toujours l'indo que j'ai trouvé Partout c'est l'Indo' ma vie ça on le sait Et depuis je pars toutes les nuits Je dépose un dahlia au pied de nos vies Oh oh oh Voilà un singe en hiver Oh oh oh J'entends plus les hélicoptères

It's the thought of being young When your heart's just like a drum Beating louder with no way to guard it When it all seems like it's wrong Just sing along to Elton John And to that feeling, we're just getting started When the nights get colder And the rhythms got you falling behind Just dream about that moment When you look yourself right in the eye, eye, eye Then you say I wanna dance, the music's got me going Ain't nothing that can stop how we move, yeah Let's break our plans and live just like we're golden And roll in like we're dancing fools We don't need to worry 'Cause when we fall, we know how to land Don't need to talk the talk, just walk the walk tonight 'Cause we don't need permission to dance There's always something that's standing in the way But if you don't let it faze ya, you'll know just how to break Just keep the right vibe, yeah, 'cause there's no looking back There ain't no one to prove, we don't got this on lock, yeah The wait is over The time is now, so let's do it right Yeah, we'll keep going And stay up until we see the sunrise And we'll say I wanna dance, the music's got me going Ain't nothing that can stop how we move, yeah Let's break our plans and live just like we're golden And roll in like we're dancing fools We don't need to worry 'Cause when we fall, we know how to land Don't need to talk the talk, just walk the walk tonight 'Cause we don't need permission to dance Da-na-na-na-na-na-na, da-na-na-na-na-na-na Da-na-na-na-na-na-na No, we don't need permission to dance Da-na-na-na-na-na-na, da-na-na-na-na-na-na Da-na-na-na-na-na-na Well, let me show ya That we can keep the fire alive, mmm 'Cause it's not over Till it's over, say it one more time, say I wanna dance, the music's got me going (the music's got me going) Ain't nothing that can stop how we move, yeah (hey) Let's break our plans and live just like we're golden And roll in like we're dancing fools (like we're dancing fools) We don't need to worry 'Cause when we fall, we know how to land (we know how to land) Don't need to talk the talk, just walk the walk tonight 'Cause we don't need permission to dance