Song parody of
God's Fiddies
by Das Cash
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Yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Sometimes I make money
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I get money
Sometimes
God's fiddies
God's fiddies
Yuh
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, God's fiddies
Yuh
God's fiddies
God's fiddies
God's fiddies, God's fiddies
I know when I started rapping I knew that God was fiddies
God has fiddies for me, yo
Yeah
Yeah, rapping on this track cause I'm a rapper
Rapping
Das Cash, 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 yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah y-y-y-y-yeah
Yeah, y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah eyehahey yeah yeah yyyyyehayeh yyaeh yeah yeh yehayh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I was sad, in the- in the alley
I was looking at my money
I only had twenties
And then I knew that God was
God was there for me
That's why they call it
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, God's fiddies, yeah
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, God's fiddies
I get paid, sometimes I don't
God's fiddies, God's fiddies
There's a lotta bad things like losing your money
Losing your women, yuh, yuh, yuh
Even sometimes the homies call me gay but I'm not
Gay but I'm not
'Cause I'm just way too hot
I'm just rappin' like a God
Gettin' paid all time, rappin' like your mom
Yuh, yuh, yuh, I'm rappin'
Rappin' like a rapper in the middle of Manhattan, yuh
Yeah, that's what I'm saying
'Cause I got these bills, got these mills
Yeah, that's what I'm saying, making lotta bills
Billionaires, trillionaires, money, yeah
Time for the bridge!
She said "Do you love me?"
I tell her "Yeah not really"
I only love my- bercs and my perc- bercs
Fuck, lemme try again
Yuh, yuh
God's fiddies
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, yeah
God's fiddies
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, yeah
God's fiddies
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, yeah
God's fiddies
She said "Do you love me?"
I tell her "Not really"
I only love my bercs and fiddies, I'm sorry
And my tiddies, I'm sorry
And my fiddies, see ya!
That thing bleedin' through the
Ya know mean!
Wocky slush!
That thing bleedin', B!
Yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Sometimes I make money
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I get money
Sometimes
God's fiddies
God's fiddies
Yuh
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, God's fiddies
Yuh
God's fiddies
God's fiddies
God's fiddies, God's fiddies
I know when I started rapping I knew that God was fiddies
God has fiddies for me, yo
Yeah
Yeah, rapping on this track cause I'm a rapper
Rapping
Das Cash, 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 yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah y-y-y-y-yeah
Yeah, y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah eyehahey yeah yeah yyyyyehayeh yyaeh yeah yeh yehayh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I was sad, in the- in the alley
I was looking at my money
I only had twenties
And then I knew that God was
God was there for me
That's why they call it
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, God's fiddies, yeah
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, God's fiddies
I get paid, sometimes I don't
God's fiddies, God's fiddies
There's a lotta bad things like losing your money
Losing your women, yuh, yuh, yuh
Even sometimes the homies call me gay but I'm not
Gay but I'm not
'Cause I'm just way too hot
I'm just rappin' like a God
Gettin' paid all time, rappin' like your mom
Yuh, yuh, yuh, I'm rappin'
Rappin' like a rapper in the middle of Manhattan, yuh
Yeah, that's what I'm saying
'Cause I got these bills, got these mills
Yeah, that's what I'm saying, making lotta bills
Billionaires, trillionaires, money, yeah
Time for the bridge!
She said "Do you love me?"
I tell her "Yeah not really"
I only love my- bercs and my perc- bercs
Fuck, lemme try again
Yuh, yuh
God's fiddies
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, yeah
God's fiddies
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, yeah
God's fiddies
God's fiddies, God's fiddies, yeah
God's fiddies
She said "Do you love me?"
I tell her "Not really"
I only love my bercs and fiddies, I'm sorry
And my tiddies, I'm sorry
And my fiddies, see ya!
That thing bleedin' through the
Ya know mean!
Wocky slush!
That thing bleedin', B!
