Money Fetish
Weiland, Yeat
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(Let's go) Uh, we on Venice, on the beach Just smoking lettuce I got money fetish, bitches come and go But let's go get it (okay, okay) Playing tennis with my bitch A lot of rackets I got hundreds fetish, money come and go But let's go spend it (let's go spend it) And new baguetties on my wrist And it's so precious, stacking Tetris, all your shit is fake And mine is real, go test it (yeah, go test it) yeah, and my brother He could slide if you would like (boom, boom) , he got a lethal weapon Trigger is the button he is pressing Just got back from Barney's Just got back from Zara's I just spend three thousand on a belt I count this shit for hours I just got my mojo from my Dojo like I'm Austin Powers No, no, we don't do no date I don't buy no flowers Okay, let's go, if you wanna bake We can hit the towers (Let's go) Got some fresh rolled Backwood, window shake We just smoking louder Money in the escrow, bought a new estate Just to raise my power I'm in beast mode, and we on TV I call it Chowder (ew, ew, ew, ew, ew) Uh, no they not even higher 'cause I see they not even showing up Why she hit my phone so much? I Swear that she gon' blow it up I do what I want every Day 'cause I know enough This money shit is great, but, f*ck it all 'cause I'm gon' throw it up (spend it) Yeah, you could have made it But you didn't 'cause you fucked it up Now I got this Rollie looking different 'cause I bust it up (yeah) And I got a Fanta with some Tris I'm 'bout to pour it up I thank God that I'm rich 'cause back then, yeah, i was so poor enough (let's go) She fat and big, that's double stuffed (let's go, let's go, let's go) Uh, yeah, this bitch, I hit from the back I caught a double nut (ygh) Sadly, think I fell in love Yeah, she was just a slut Yeah, I could rap or I Could sing like Carrie Underwood Yeah, you cooperated with the fucking 12, you a bitch, boy, bitch made Big bands on us, that's the big way Ran off with his money, set him up That bitch was decoy I made fifty off these Navies, had a big bag They say, "Yeat, why you ain't Hit me back?", yep, that's what a bitch say They say, "Yeat, they running With your swag" I laugh and just say, "Okay, okay" Sweating off this molly, fucking this bitch It feel like a jacuzzi Now my money longer, big old bank I feel like I'm Uzi Ran off with his swag on the kid (straight swag) Ran off with his bitch and I just hit Know I got my money, so, I'ma talk my shit (yeah) Bitch, I'm 20, but I'ma clap her when we lit Every day (let's go) (Let's go) Uh, we on Venice, on the beach Just smoking lettuce I got money fetish, bitches come and go But let's go get it (okay, okay) Playing tennis with my bitch A lot of rackets I got hundreds fetish, money come and go But let's go spend it (let's go spend it) And new baguetties on my wrist And it's so precious, stacking Tetris, all your shit is fake And mine is real, go test it (yeah, go test it) yeah, and my brother He could slide if you would like (boom, boom) , he got a lethal weapon Trigger is the button he is pressing This that fast money, yeah, all I really know She calling my phone, yeah She know I'm 'bout to blow Hop inside that Hellcat You know I'm 'bout to go Diamonds on my neck, yeah They different colors If he keep on talking crazy I'm about to f*ck his mother No, you cannot sip my lean, buddy You is not my brother Had to cut that bitch off 'cause We not good for each other Big bubble coat, I'm a Moncler lover Yeah, Rollie on my wrist Filled with big baguetties Baby, this that fraud money, baby This that different cheddar Big boot stepping, yeah, baby This that Louis leather "Wassup in that pot with crack?" Baby That's the Arm & Hammer I know that they jealous So I gotta keep that big Beretta You say that he do it best I bet I could do it better Uh, yeah, Louis bag filled with cash Yeah, take a Xan, trip to the past (Let's go) Uh, we on Venice, on the beach Just smoking lettuce I got money fetish, bitches come and go But let's go get it (okay, okay) Playing tennis with my bitch A lot of rackets I got hundreds fetish, money come and go But let's go spend it (let's go spend it) And new baguetties on my wrist And it's so precious, stacking Tetris, all your shit is fake And mine is real, go test it (yeah, go test it) yeah, and my brother He could slide if you would like (boom, boom) , he got a lethal weapon Trigger is the button he is pressing
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