[Intro: Lil Keed]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
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 b**h from the back and you know she lick cream off me, yeah, yeah
Mexico drivin', do the whole damn dash, yeah f** police, yeah, yeah
Purple Hellcat with a whole four scat, you don't wanna race me, yeah, yeah
Burn his a** up, wet his a** up
Michael Jordan, hit him, know he ballin' up
Yeah I got a plug, yeah I'm havin' d**
b**hes s** me up, yeah they eat the nut
Back to the motherf**in' basics
Got the trap beatin' like the eighties, yeah
Snakes gon' cover my motherf**in' back like a cape
n***as gon' talk behind my back, not my face
n***as gon' ride the whole wave like a slate
b**h 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 f** 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 b**hes and they all goin'
Naked b**hes, yeah they all blowin'
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Money fetish, yeah money fetish, yeah, I got fetty
Y'all n***as broke, gettin' sh** on credit
Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, b**h I'm fly rich, yeah
b**h I'm fly rich, yeah, b**h 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
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Money fetish, black b**h like Belly
I just put the symbol off the Benz on my necklace
I just told that b**h 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 b**h and her b**bs got fixed, I
Hop on my dick and go apesh**, yeah
I just copped some bad young sh**, walk in my crib, ayy
I was banging blood n***a, ever since it was a brim
Check my car feet, Balenciaga car seat
I just hit Little Rock b**h, right behind the BP
Nah it don't make sense
(I done hit about ever one of them Little Rock b**hes)
Nah it don't make sense
(That's no cap)
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Money fetish, yeah money fetish, yeah, I got fetty
Y'all n***as broke, gettin' sh** on credit
Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, b**h I'm fly rich, yeah
b**h I'm fly rich, yeah, b**h 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