Cool & Dre (Cool N Dre) - Spaghetti lyrics

[Hook: Remy Ma] Flashing fetti and j**els, they slurping on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti Flashing fetti and j**els, they slurping on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Nah come on P, who'da thought I'd make it? When the cops used to strip us naked Now they got the name on the street sign It may be famous And f** boys can't help but hate it But I know Pun love it Just caught a lick last weekend I know he was above it, blessing from the sky And the n***a just recovered, long nights at LIV Grubman in my ears as we floating through the kitchen Million dollar deals while you focus on the b**hes Signing big contracts on the backs of strippers It ain't a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the proof Since "Turn Out the Light" From the World Cla** Wreckin' Cru I'm back at it, crack mules in back alleys Crack addicts, serving them is a bad habit Maybe I been watching too much Narcos 'Cause lately I been feeling like I'm Pablo [Hook: Remy Ma] Flashing fetti and j**els, they slurping on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti Flashing fetti and j**els, they slurping on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti [Verse 2: Remy Ma] Y'all b**hes got fat while we starved Shots in your a**, pads in your bras Y'all some liars it ain't no facts in your songs And yeah that crown is coming back to the Bronx Take away they stylist, they don't know what style is I've been fly since junior high, b**h You the biggest bird on Sesame Street And I'ma scramble ya egg, keep running your beak I keep my gat, my strap, my gun, my heat I love my raps, my Pap, my son, my weed Y'all hoes below, behind, under, beneath Not near, not none, not one could f** with me See when it comes to this rap sh**, Rem's fantastic I'm good money, yeah, paper or plastic? My sh** tight, spandex, elastic Your sh** "Shaggy," Mr. Boombastic [Hook: Remy Ma] Flashing fetti and j**els, they slurping on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti Flashing fetti and j**els, they slurping on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti [Verse 3: Kent Jones] This ain't the sh** you been used to Your sh** is not accepted I don't condone what you doing And nor do I respect it I'm here at Vito's with noodles She slurping my spaghetti After we f**, tell her write her name down I might forget it Call collect, she never been a cheap broad Slurping that spaghetti That's why every man she meet bawls n***as keep drawing conclusions But all they do is doodle If you think this is a new me The old me never knew you Tired hearing 'bout Who run the East, West and the South Only thing I see you n***as running? Is your f**ing mouth Like who are you? Really who the f** are you? See you with the team Still don't know what the f** you do I like that fettuccine And my spaghetti Rotelle Got bologna on my bread Every delivery starts with deli Commas, this is DJ, DJ Just a condiment, I never relish Plan on winning every accomplishment I let you tell it [Hook: Remy Ma] Flashing fetti and j**els, they slurpring on spaghetti Up at Vito's with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti In the back of that Uber, they smoking on spaghetti (2x)