FYN Lyrics – Rema ft. AJ Tracey

[Intro: Rema]
Straight out of BC
We taking the sound to the world you see
They don't really like me talking
My sh!t like the OGs did
They hating on me cause I'm a

[Refrain: Rema]
Fresh young n!gga cruising in a Bimmer
Fresh young n!gga cruising in a Bimmer
(It's Kel P vibes)
Fresh young n!gga puffing on a cigar
Fresh young n!gga puffing on a cigar

[Verse 1: Rema]
Wake up in the morning
Then I cook up in the kitchen
Put some water in the cup, ice freezing
Seeing clips from last night, intriguing
I can't remember that chick I was kissing
Couldn't even get her number
Hating-as* n!ggas dem envy
When I dey with their babе in the VIP lounge
It's a young boy, fresh P Star lifе
Seven zero P, yeah, Star life
Me and my n!ggas, we dey chop life
Top-notch models on my bedside
All white shoes dem Off-White
Chat nonsense to me, I'ma go offline
Miami beach, chilling with the baddest b!tch
F**k her in the west
Then I fly her to the south side

[Chorus: Rema]
Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spending on expensive sh!t, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh
Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spending on expensive sh!t, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Them never see this kind thing

[Verse 2: Rema]
Yes, I'm a fresh young n!gga
Celebrity crush in my villa
Take off her skirt and I give it to her
Raw, raw, raw
She want it raw, raw, raw
She said don't stop, stop, stop
She like it when I hit it
From the bottom to the top
Then I took her for a ride, ride, ride
Cruising in the sun side
Fast money, fast life
N!ggas wanna take my life
Yeah, yeah, why?

[Chorus: Rema & AJ Tracey]
Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spending on expensive sh!t, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh
Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spending on expensive sh!t, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Them never see this kind thing (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]
I'm the youngest n!gga
Doing this fly sh!t (Tracey)
And I ain't talking 'bout
Essentials my n!gga (Uh)
I'm talking about the penthouse
Or the Arabic villa (That one)
Or the fresh Cuban cigars
With the cannabis filler (Woah)
I'm on a different kind of time (That's right)
I grab the sea bass with the chopsticks
And hit it with the lime (One time)
Ain't no asking about my lady
You can bet that she's fine (Fine)
Body like the fourty-two and
She gets better with time, yeah (Boo-boo)
The Maybach leather came in elephant's breath
These kind of colours you don't know
Unless your earnings are blessed (Bling-blow)
Threw some shots of opposition not for war
Just a test (Uh)
Intoxicated by revenge
This heat is burning his chest (Cling, cling)
I got this suit in navy blue
But chose the burgundy breast
AP fresh
My watch collection murder the rest (Bling-blow)
You're hearing lies
If you ain't heard, I'm the best
Me and Rema got the remedy
To purge you the stress, uh

[Chorus: Rema]
Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spending on expensive sh!t, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh
Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spending on expensive sh!t, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Them never see this kind thing

[Outro: Rema]
Fresh young n!gga cruising in a Bimmer
Fresh young n!gga cruising in a Bimmer
Fresh young n!gga puffing on a cigar
Fresh young n!gga puffing on a cigar
Fresh young n!gga cruising in a Bimmer
Fresh young n!gga cruising in a Bimmer
Fresh young n!gga puffing on a cigar