Fetish Remix (feat. Young Thug)

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
 I'ma tell him if you know he got a stick
 And you know he gon' shoot 'bout me, yeah, yeah
 Water that's on me and you know I
 Got diamonds, them real VV's, yeah, yeah
 Hit a bad bitch from the back and you
 Know she lick cream off me, yeah, yeah
 Mexico drivin', do the whole damn dash, yeah fuck police, yeah, yeah
 Purple Hellcat with a whole four
 Scat, you don't wanna race me, yeah, yeah
 Burn his ass up, wet his ass up
 Michael Jordan, hit him, know he ballin' up
 Yeah I got a plug, yeah I'm havin' drugs
 Bitches suck me up, yeah they eat the nut
 Back to the motherfuckin' basics
 Got the trap beatin' like the eighties, yeah
 Snakes gon' cover my motherfuckin' back like a cape
 Niggas gon' talk behind my back, not my face
 Niggas gon' ride the whole wave like a slate
 Bitch run the play and you know I don't wait
 Know I got racks on me long way
 Make one call, get you hit in the face
 Pull up on the scene in a foreign machine
 You who you is because of me
 I pour the red, enjoy my sleep
 Exotic weed, you not high as me
 I fuck her good, she nut in her sleep
 I roll a backwood, I'm chiefing the leaf
 I made it out, I made 'em believe
 Bad lil ho, she came from Belize
 All they hate is all showin'
 Naked bitches and they all goin'
 Naked bitches, yeah they all blowin'
 Money fetish, yeah money fetish, yeah, I got fetty
 Y'all niggas broke, gettin' shit on credit
 Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, bitch I'm fly rich, yeah
 Bitch I'm fly rich, yeah, bitch I'm high rich, yeah
 And I got VV, and I got on CC's
 I just hit the ho CeeCee, yesterday by the BP
 Nah it don't make no sense
 Nah it don't make no sense
 Nah it don't make no sense
 Money fetish, black bitch like Belly
 I just put the symbol off the Benz on my necklace
 I just told that bitch if she bad I'ma next it
 I just took that tramp to the spot, ain't no Netflix
 I just put a blimp behind my bitch and her boobs got fixed, I
 Hop on my dick and go apeshit, yeah
 I just copped some bad young shit, walk in my crib, ayy
 I was banging blood nigga, ever since it was a brim
 Check my car feet, Balenciaga car seat
 I just hit Little Rock bitch, right behind the BP
 Nah it don't make sense
 (I done hit about ever one of them Little Rock bitches)
 Nah it don't make sense
 (That's no cap)
 Money fetish, yeah money fetish, yeah, I got fetty
 Y'all niggas broke, gettin' shit on credit
 Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, bitch I'm fly rich, yeah
 Bitch I'm fly rich, yeah, bitch I'm high rich, yeah
 And I got VV, and I got on CC's
 I just hit the ho CeeCee, yesterday by the BP
 Nah it don't make no sense
 Nah it don't make no sense
 Nah it don't make no sense

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Duration
03:00
Key
11
Tempo
150 BPM

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