Fettuccine

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Fettuccine

I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine
I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine
I got that fettuccine on me, now I spend it quick
Ain't f*** up on the cash with my bitch
I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine
I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine
I got that fettuccine on me, now I spend it quick
Order up that Lambo, put me on the list

Order up the Lamborghini, put me on the list
All the fettuccine, I can clone a bad bitch
Take her out of Bakers, now she shop at Jeffrey's
I'm on a roll, getting money, got a bad recession
What type of ni*** you know in the middle of the hood worth some tickets?
What type of ni*** you know sell out shows play with fishes?
Gucci, Louie, Prada, that's the way a ni*** kick it
I got a whole bird on me, nothing to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific water
Money, money, money and that shit coming in digits
I got 50 cent on me on my way to Walt Disney
That's a whole 50 racks, young ni*** with the business

I got that fettuccine on me, tell me what you see
You can't be in Aldo standing next to me
Out them bitches pronto, out that R&B
Hit Paris for that poncho, the G's sound like Z's
Givenchy, Veuve Clicq, menage a trois, c'est la vie
I sell it all, he mail it all
Slow gift wrap, need a Christmas card
Champagne pour, I christen y'all
You niggas hating
I'm lifting off in private jets
We peeling out
In them Porsche Panameras that we wheeling out

I look a bitch in her ass 'fore I look a bitch in her eye
I see the bitch in y'all swag, I give a f*** if y'all fly
I'm cheap though, I'm staying paid, I'mma make it rain
And I'mma take the train, I'm Latino, got razor blades
Okay chico but it ain't to shave, I got pesos, I got pesos
Bad hoes by the caseload and she gonna get a face full
And she gonna get a face full so pardon if the kid narcissistic
I'm shining bright, it'd be hard to miss it, I heard y'all in Target
Thrifting while I'm buying out the whole Garment District
No room in the whole room, don't clean clothes
I hit show room, she's anorexic, no food
So it's half the check up in Noble, I got bad habits and good habits
Cheat a lot cause I'm good at it, f*** a bitch for her bank account
When I'm done with it, the whole hood have it

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