Fettuccine lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


[Chorus: Future]
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*ck up on the cash with my b*tch
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

[Verse 1: Future]
Order up the Lamborghini, put me on the list
All the fettuccine, I can clone a bad b*tch
Take her out of Bakers, now she shop at Jeffrey's
I'm on a roll, gettin' money, got a bad recession
What type of n*gga you know in the middle of the hood worth some tickets?
What type of n*gga you know sell out shows play with fishes?
Gucci, Louie, Prada, that's the way a n*gga kick it
I got a whole bird on me, nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money, man that sh*t comin' in digits
I got 50 cents on me on my way to Walt Disney
That's a whole 50 racks, young n*gga with the business

[Chorus: Future]
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*ck up on the cash with my b*tch
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
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I got that fettuccine on me, tell me what you see
You can't be in Aldo standin' next to me
Out them b*tches 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 off
Slow gift wrap, need a Christmas card
Champagne pours, I christen y'all
You n*ggas hatin', I'm liftin' off
In private jets, we peelin' out
In them Porsche Panameras that we wheelin' out

[Chorus: Future]
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*ck up on the cash with my b*tch
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

[Verse 3: Emilio Rojas]
I look a b*tch in her ass 'fore I look a b*tch in her eye
I see the b*tch in y'all swag, I give a f*ck if y'all fly
I'm cheap though, I'm stayin' 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 shinin' bright, it'd be hard to miss it
I heard y'all in Target thriftin'
While I'm buyin' 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 Nobu
I got bad habits and good habits
Cheat a lot 'cause I'm good at it
f*ck a b*tch for her bank account
When I'm done with it, the whole hood have it
[Chorus: Future]
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*ck up on the cash with my b*tch
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
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