Young Thug - Fetish (Remix) lyrics

[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