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*tch from the back and you know she leave cream on me, yeah, yeah
Mexico drivin', do the whole damn dash, yeah, f*ck police, yeah, yeah
Purple Hellcat with a whole f*ckin' Scat, you don't wanna race me, yeah, yeah
Burn his ass up, wet his ass up
Michael Jordan, hit him, know he ballin' up
Yeah, I got a plug, yeah, I'm havin' drugs
b*tches suck me up, yeah, they eat the nut (Keed, talk to 'em, Keed, talk to 'em)
Back to the motherf*ckin' basics
Got the trap beatin' like the eighties
Yeah, snakes gon' cover my motherf*ckin' back like a cape
n*gga gon' talk behind my back, but not my face
n*gga gon' ride the whole wave like a sleigh
b*tch 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
He who he is because of me
I pour the red, enjoy my sleep
Exotic weed, you not high as me
I f*ck 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' (Is all showin')
Naked b*tches and they all goin'
Naked b*tches, yeah, they all blowin'
[Chorus: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Money fetish, yeah, money fetish, yeah, I got fetty
Y'all n*ggas broke, gettin' sh*t on credit
Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, b*tch, I'm fly rich, yeah
b*tch, I'm fly rich, yeah, b*tch, 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 (No, no, no)
Nah, it don't make no sense (No, no, no, ayy)
Nah, it don't make no sense

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Money fetish, black b*tch like Belly
I just put the symbol off the Benz on my necklace
I just told that b*tch if she bad, I'ma next it
I just took that tramp to the spot, neck, no Netflix
I just put a blimp behind my b*tch and her boobs got fixed
Uh, hop on my di*k and go apesh*t, yeah, yeah
I just copped some bad young sh*t, walk in my crib, ayy
I was banging Blood, n*gga, ever since it was a Brim (Let's go)
Check my car fleet, Balenciaga car seat
I just hit a lil' rock b*tch right behind the BP
Nah, it ain't make no sense (I done hit 'bout every one of them rock b*tches)
Nah, it ain't make no sense (That's no cap)

[Chorus: Lil Keed, Young Thug, & Both]
Money fetish, yeah (Woo, woo), money fetish, yeah, I got fetty (Let's go)
Y'all n*ggas broke, gettin' sh*t on credit
Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, b*tch, I'm fly rich, yeah (Fly)
b*tch, I'm fly rich (Let's go), yeah, b*tch, 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 (No, no, no, nah, it don't make no sense, n*gga)
Nah, it don't make no sense (No, no, no, ayy)
Nah, it don't make no sense