Texty

Hey yo man, we got Juug motherfuckin' man We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi What would you do for the money baby? Yeah Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby Slime told me, don't bring the thunder, yeah baby I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby I want some fetti, let count some fetti I am so ready, why you spaghetti? I want that fetti, I need that fetti She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it I'm bout to stop fuckin' with niggas I know ain't with it (fuck em) You lil fuck niggas is momma boys, go suck a titty (bitch!) Fuck it, I cop a new ride and I pick up some hoes in the city (skrrt!) Mollies on person, you know I get nerf in it, freaky No barbaric bitch, I got on some Burberry I keep them blue Benjamins on me for credit If you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli Big choppers, I got lots of bullets and trailers I'm a big dog, I'm a big dog Be with my boy, pina colada I am a tiger, fuck a Mufasa I shit like a diaper, I'm never gon' wife her Swear, swear, I'm never gon' wife her I catch her the bed and I fuck out the lights I swear I'm in Europe, but I don't got Facetime, baby girl, we can Skype What would you do for the money baby? Yeah Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby Slime told me, don't bring the thunder, yeah baby I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby I want some fetti, let's count some fetti I am so ready, why you spaghetti? I want that fetti, I need that fetti She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it Yeah, why your bitch on me? Yeah Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy Don't run up on me ya'll My little bitch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya'll Drive that foreign like a Chevy, envy Thugger and Young Fetty Yeah, I'm countin' all that fetti, nowadays my jewelry heavy Ya I'm rockin' on designer clothes Ya nowadays sharin' my hoes Ya everyday hear bout this dough Just in case you didn't know I had your bitch on my phone Little nigga now you know Pull up right there on your block You know Thugger got the pole, yeah Now I be gettin' the knots Lil Uzi rockin' them shows yahh Countin' fetti, not a rapper Treat the game like rock and roll ya What would you do for the money baby? Yeah Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby Slime told me, don't bring the thunder, yeah baby I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby I want some fetti, let's count some fetti I am so ready, why you spaghetti? I want that fetti, I need that fetti She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it Gucci and Louie come straight out the box I play with Fetti but my name ain't Wap Hop out that truck and I hop in the drop Hit from the back but I love her on top What would you do for the cash? Care what you do for the cash I'm talkin' that money with Thugger right now while we thumb through a bag Still on the block, yeah I still do that work Still movin' snow and that purp Niggas own G's, oh don't play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt Hit a nigga where it hurt I'ma get her out her skirt Shoot an uzi by my nigga Uzi in the winter time ridin' vert' Diamonds flashin' like an ambulance In the bank doin' the money dance Overseas with a foreign bitch, she red for me, gotta get a tan What would you do for this paper baby? Still screamin' fuck a hater baby I'm the Cavs, you the Lakers baby Gated cribs sit on acres baby, Juug What would you do for the money baby? Yeah Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby Slime told me, don't bring the thunder, yeah baby I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby I want some fetti, let's count some fetti I am so ready, why you spaghetti? I want that fetti, I need that fetti She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Howard Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Bryan Simmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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