Remy Martin - Joey Fatts

She my main bitch, she down to put in work

Gotta take trips riding with a brick up her skirt

Never slipping, three-eighty she keep it in the purse

Leave a nigga murked, and she down for better or for worse

She my main bitch, she down to ride

A down bopper keep that chopper on the side

And she all about her cake like Dunkin Hines

If it’s 'bout some money, then you know she down for slanging pie’s

She whine fine, trapping in some pumps

And she hold me down every time a nigga stunt

Grab the steering wheel while I let that forty bust

On the block like a rhino with the forty tucked

Tell us what you want, nigga we got it all

She with a nigga when I ball and if I fall

She talking money every time I get a call

And money’s over everything, that’s why she over y’all

I got a couple broads, but she my main bitch

My main thing and someone I slang this 'caine with

We lane change in the Range while the 'caine flip

I’m just stunting and my bitch she on that same shit