Yeah Yeah Yeah

(Remy Martin)
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Check it
 (Verse One: Remy Martin)
 You see the girl get it popping like no other
 Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter
 My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game
 but none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her
 I'm on some chill shit
 But if you fronting then I will flip
 I'll give it to a little chick real quick
 Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real
 You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till
 First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal
 My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills
 And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood
 smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood
 And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good
 I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could
 And now I got him good, he believes me and he should
 Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would
 I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out
 I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)
 Oh God its Remy Martin
 In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets
 Nigga!
 (Hook: Remy Martin)
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah
 (Remy)
 Oh God!
 (Verse Two: Fat Joe)
 Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)
 Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)
 Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)
 All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)
 Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)
 I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)
 I got cribs better year estates man (man)
 I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)
 Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)
 But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)
 And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)
 Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)
 And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip
 But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament
 Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch
 Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!
 She got a problem, I can help her with that
 Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack
 Bet he won't do nothin (nope)
 Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)
 Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)
 Talk to me, c'mon
 (Hook: Remy Martin)
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah!
 (Fat Joe)
 Yeah, feel that right there
 Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there
 It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar
 Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers
 True Story, BX Burough, Uh!