Curren$y - Fetti lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Like, lumber jack vest and some Bape sweats 89 Vette still rock the tape deck s**as ain't livin' they just wasting breath Summers pedal to the metal chasing debt Off track placing bets collecting checks Draggin' that motherf**in' money net On to the next score and we ain't finish counting yet f** it, store it in the floor conceal it in the ceiling Park them cars behind my girl house I tell her she ain't see sh** n***a, we movin' like new apartment units I'm just doin' my thing and hoes drawn to it Bomb fluent in that money talk Gla** slippers before she can walk Silver spoons fill her food for thought Cinderella's prissy sisters woulda pissed their pants to kiss her Break it off on sight she been gone all night, but she came back right Tip toeing in the room, tryna not to wake me Slipped 10 grand beneath my pillow and whispered I love you, baby sh** crazy but it make perfect sense Payin me to play her but I shan't say I'mma pimp Just a prolific playa with a gift It's in my nature to put that pressure on simps Come off that paper, you don't know what to do with that sh** I can show ya I can grow ya into something much colder We the highed-up title holders, behold us [Break: Curren$y (and Freddie Gibbs)] Behold us These hoes know us It's like the game chose us (That n***a, Tarantino flow) (You know what I'm sayin'?) [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, dirty needle to the mainline You play kissy face with yo b**hes n***a I tame mine Strap her down with two bricks and straight put that b**h on that train ride If she ain't about that cheddar I give these heffers no hang time Like Billy Hoyle, tryna re-up on them pills and blow Cleaner than Sidney Deane, that white gon jump this sh** at [midea before?] Like I ain't come thru on the Lexus GSs and Benz on twenty inch rims before I sellin them nothing but k**a I feel like P. Miller in Cartier lenses ho You surely gon' die, have you lived before? Blew dope smoke on suede roofs Through Rolex on wood wheel Two hoes next that group deal n***a cruise through to a cool mill Staying in the streets not indicted C to the E-O my sh** drop when I feel like it Just call me Freddie Gordy on them 40s I chamber block that ch-ch-ch-chopper thank the lordy Gotta strip these n***as bare cause Bare Escentuals, couldn't afford it f** an album title, call my sh** the coldest sh** recorded Shoot it smoke it or snort it Rollin dragon now everybody chasing This Gary in the 1980s b**h everybody basing Dinner time and shorty can't eat no books, he flippin' yay now They gave him 100 years cause he Nino Brown of the playground I swear to God my momma always told me it'd be days Like smokin' dope and pourin Henny on my n***a grave site And wonderin' who gonna raise my child if I get sprayed Light your boss up like your poppy and get paid Yung Freddy Caine, n***a Ya, fa sho man, Freddie Soprano [Verse 3: Curren$y] Spitta and Gibbs that pistol to your ribs That box Chevy them 373 gears Chokes out the concrete, sh** spinnin around me Hit that weed, deliver a profound speech [Verse 4: Freddie Gibbs] Spoke with profound speech, speaking prolific Smoking on blueberry like Halle had and epiphany Bout to boomerang her Eddie, I Billy Bob if she let me Right on my living room floor Cuz these monster balls are so heavy [Verse 5: Curren$y] Under the living room floor there lies trunk full of gold If sh** should ever go low then we will never go broke Liquify the a**ets, audio dopeboy magic Keep the Bentley console full of weed ashes [Verse 6: Freddie Gibbs] G Cla**es, gla** feet leather under my a** cheeks Talkin 'bout muscle cars, got a driveway full of athletes Rappin like half the time I got twenty bands for the half-book Keep it 100 solid, They straight shook they half crooks (That fettuccini what's up)