MyWay(feat.Monty)
Fetty Wap, Monty
Fetty Wap (Deluxe)
A Paterson serenade wrapped in trap thunder — Fetty Wap beckons love on his own terms.
(NickE, on the track)
Ayy (skrrt!)
Yeah, bae (Skrrt!)
ZooZoo, ooh
Ayy
ZooWap
Ayy (let's go)
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'ma start by saying this, ayy
All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, ayy
And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I don't miss, ayy
Ba-baby, won't you come my way?
Baby, won't you come my way?
Ayy, ba-ba-baby, this is something you should know
I don't ever chase no hoes
Spotted you, you had that glow
Watch me pull out all this dough
Take you where you want to go
Flexing on your ex, I know
He ain't ever take you out
Barely even left your house
How dare that nigga run his mouth
When his pocket's in a drought
The last single he put out
Didn't even make it out
And he dumb as hell and I swear his ass don't think, ayy
If he disrespect, two shots and I won't blink, ayy
Never really cared what the fuck these niggas think, ayy
I got deep pockets, I swear my shit's on sink, ayy
And he mad as fuck, big ZooWap all she sing, ayy
And he mad as fuck, big ZooWap in her dreams, ayy
Well, he mad as fuck when they section scream for me, ayy
Big ZooWap what these niggas should be, ayy
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'ma start by saying this, ayy
All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, ayy
And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I won't miss, ayy
Ba-baby, won't you come my way?
Baby, won't you come my way? (Oh!)
Baby girl, you can stay the night 'til the morn'
All this ice on my arm, what you like? What you want?
And I might put you on, bitch, it's mine can't you see?
And I rock seventeen, all these knots in my jeans
Me and Zoo turnin' up, got your boo in the cut
And she sue 'cause it's looking like the roof going up
Uh, counting all this bread, I don't talk to feds
Try and take my bitch, you gonna take two to the head
'Cause baby you the baddest (baby, you the baddest)
All this money, I'ma cash it (all this money, I'ma cash it)
And I'm swervin' all in traffic (swervin' all in traffic)
While I'm trappin' out the mansion (trappin' out the mansion)
And I'm movin' through the tri-state (movin' through the tri-state)
Do two hundred on the highway (two hundred on the highway)
And I'm swervin' in my i8 (swervin' in my i8)
Baby, you should come my way
Baby, won't you come my way?
Squad!
(NickE, on the track)
Ayy (skrrt!)
Yeah, bae (Skrrt!)
ZooZoo, ooh
Ayy
ZooWap
Ayy (let's go)
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'ma start by saying this, ayy
All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, ayy
And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I don't miss, ayy
Ba-baby, won't you come my way?
Baby, won't you come my way?
Ayy, ba-ba-baby, this is something you should know
I don't ever chase no hoes
Spotted you, you had that glow
Watch me pull out all this dough
Take you where you want to go
Flexing on your ex, I know
He ain't ever take you out
Barely even left your house
How dare that nigga run his mouth
When his pocket's in a drought
The last single he put out
Didn't even make it out
And he dumb as hell and I swear his ass don't think, ayy
If he disrespect, two shots and I won't blink, ayy
Never really cared what the fuck these niggas think, ayy
I got deep pockets, I swear my shit's on sink, ayy
And he mad as fuck, big ZooWap all she sing, ayy
And he mad as fuck, big ZooWap in her dreams, ayy
Well, he mad as fuck when they section scream for me, ayy
Big ZooWap what these niggas should be, ayy
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'ma start by saying this, ayy
All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, ayy
And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I won't miss, ayy
Ba-baby, won't you come my way?
Baby, won't you come my way? (Oh!)
Baby girl, you can stay the night 'til the morn'
All this ice on my arm, what you like? What you want?
And I might put you on, bitch, it's mine can't you see?
And I rock seventeen, all these knots in my jeans
Me and Zoo turnin' up, got your boo in the cut
And she sue 'cause it's looking like the roof going up
Uh, counting all this bread, I don't talk to feds
Try and take my bitch, you gonna take two to the head
'Cause baby you the baddest (baby, you the baddest)
All this money, I'ma cash it (all this money, I'ma cash it)
And I'm swervin' all in traffic (swervin' all in traffic)
While I'm trappin' out the mansion (trappin' out the mansion)
And I'm movin' through the tri-state (movin' through the tri-state)
Do two hundred on the highway (two hundred on the highway)
And I'm swervin' in my i8 (swervin' in my i8)
Baby, you should come my way
Baby, won't you come my way?
Squad!
“A Paterson serenade wrapped in trap thunder — Fetty Wap beckons love on his own terms.”
In the spring of 2015, Willie Maxwell II — the one-eyed prince of Paterson, New Jersey, who the world was learning to call Fetty Wap — was living inside a hurricane of his own making.
"Trap Queen" had already detonated across radio and streaming platforms, turning a kid from the bricks into a genuine pop phenomenon almost overnight.
But Fetty wasn't content to ride a single wave.
Working out of NickE Beats' home studio setup and various sessions scattered across northern New Jersey, he was churning out tracks at a prolific, almost manic pace, stacking songs for what would become his self-titled debut album.
"My Way" emerged from one of those white-hot sessions — a track that married Fetty's unmistakable melodic instinct with a darker, more possessive energy, featuring his Remy Boyz brother Monty stepping in to add street-level gravity to the romantic overture.
Produced by NickE Beats — whose tag announces itself at the top like a calling card stamped on a love letter — the instrumental is a masterclass in restrained menace.
Built around a sparse, brooding progression in E minor, the beat sits at a deliberate 90 BPM, slower and more contemplative than much of Fetty's catalog.
Shimmering, almost crystalline synth pads hover above a sub-bass that rumbles like a luxury sedan idling at a red light.
The percussion is minimal but precise: crisp hi-hats that skitter nervously, a snare that cracks like a knuckle, and just enough 808 to make the trunk rattle without overwhelming the vocals.
NickE understood something crucial about Fetty's voice — that warbling, Auto-Tuned croon needed negative space to breathe, and the production gives it exactly that.
The energy reading of 0.65 tells the story: this isn't a club banger, it's a late-night cruise record, the kind of song that sounds best at 2 AM with the windows cracked.
Lyrically, "My Way" operates on a fascinating dual axis — it is simultaneously a tender invitation and a territorial warning.
The hook is pure vulnerability dressed in bravado: "Baby, won't you come my way?
/ Got something I want to say / Cannot keep you out my brain." But that softness is immediately undercut by threat: "All headshots if you think you could take my bitch." Fetty's verses paint a portrait of courtship as economic warfare — he flexes his wealth against a rival whose "pocket's in a drought," whose music career has stalled, who "barely even left your house." It's a love song filtered through the logic of the trap, where affection and affluence are inseparable currencies.
Monty's verse in the third section deepens the palette, bringing a grittier, more explicitly street-oriented perspective — counting bread, refusing to talk to feds, trapping out the mansion — while still circling back to the central romantic proposition.
The emotional arc moves from yearning to dominance to a kind of triumphant certainty, all wrapped in Fetty's signature melodic DNA.
When "My Way" dropped as a single in the summer of 2015, it became yet another proof point that Fetty Wap was no one-hit wonder.
The track climbed to number 7 on the Billboard Hot 100, eventually going quadruple platinum.
A remix featuring Drake — yes, that Drake, at the absolute zenith of his cultural power — sent the song into the stratosphere, signaling that the biggest rapper on Earth recognized Fetty as a peer worth collaborating with.
Critics noted how the song crystallized a new hybrid in hip-hop: part singing, part rapping, drenched in Auto-Tune but somehow deeply human, emerging from the same New Jersey soil that produced Redman and Lauryn Hill but sounding like neither.
The track helped cement the Remy Boyz as a collective force and gave Monty his most visible platform, showcasing the crew's chemistry.
Nearly a decade later, "My Way" endures as one of the defining documents of mid-2010s rap's melodic revolution.
It sits at the crossroads where trap's hard edges began dissolving into something more emotionally porous — a transition that would go on to shape the sounds of Lil Uzi Vert, Juice WRLD, and countless others who followed Fetty's blueprint of vulnerability laced with menace.
The song captures a very specific moment: a young man from Paterson, suddenly rich, suddenly famous, still negotiating love and loyalty with the only language he knew — money, melody, and the implicit promise of violence for anyone who dared cross the line.
In Fetty Wap's catalog, "My Way" remains the purest distillation of his artistic thesis: that a love song and a warning shot could be the same thing, delivered in the same breath, in the same unmistakable voice.
