Fetish Remix - Lil Keed, Young Thug

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 leave cream on 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' (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 (No, no, no)

Nah it don’t make no sense (No, no, no)

Nah it don’t make no sense (Ayy, no, no, no)

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, neck, no Netflix

I just put a blimp behind my bitch and her boobs got fixed, ah

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 fleet, Balenciaga car seat

I just hit Little Rock bitch, right behind the BP

Nah it don’t make no sense

(I done hit about ever one of them Little Rock bitches)

Nah it don’t make no sense

(That's no cap)

Money fetish, yeah money fetish, yeah, I got fetty (Let's go)

Y’all niggas broke, gettin' shit on credit

Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, bitch I’m fly rich, yeah (Fly)

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 (No, no, no)

Nah it don’t make no sense (No, no, no)

Ayy, nah it don’t make no sense (No, no, no)