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money fetish - yeat lyrics

[chorus: yeat]
(let’s go) uh, we on venice, on the beach, just smoking lettuce, i got money fetish, b*tches come and go, but let’s go get it (okay, okay)
playing tennis with my b*tch, a lot of rackets, i got hundreds fetish, money come and go, but let’s go spend it (let’s go spend it)
and new baguetties on my wrist, and it’s so precious, stacking, tetris, all your sh*t is fake and mine is real, go test it (yeah, go test it)
yeah, and my brother, he could slide if you would like (boom, boom), he got a lethal weapon, trigger finger is the b*tton he is pressing

[verse 1: yeat]
just got back from barney’s, just got back from zara’s
i just spend two thousand on a bed, i count this sh*t for hours
i just got my mojo from my dojo like i’m austin powers
no, no, we don’t do no date, i don’t buy no flowers
okay, let’s go, if you wanna bake, we can hit the towers (let’s go)
got some fresh rolled backwood, window shake, we just smoking louder
money in the escrow, bought a new estate just to raise my power
i’m in beast mode and we on tv, i call it chowder (ew, ew, ew, ew, ew)
uh, no they [?] ’cause i see [?] showing up
why she hit my phone so much? i swear that she gon’ blow it up
i do what i want every day ’cause i know enough
this money sh*t is great, but, f*ck it all, ’cause i’m gon’ throw it up (spend it)
yeah, you could have made it, but you didn’t ’cause you f*cked it up
now i got this rollie looking different ’cause i bust it up (yeah)
and i got a fanta with some tris, i’m ’bout to pour it up
i thank god that i’m rich, ’cause back then, yeah, i was so poor enough (let’s go)
she fat and big, that’s double stuffed (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
uh, yeah, this b*tch, i hit from the back, i caught a double nut (ugh)
sadly, think i fell in love
yeah, she was just a sl*t
yeah, i could rap or i could sing like carrie underwood
yeah, you cooperated with the f*cking twelve, you a b*tch, boy, b*tch made
big bands on us, that’s the big way
ran off with his money, set him up, that b*tch was the decoy, i made fifty off these navies, had a big day
they say, “yeat, why you ain’t hit me back?”, yep, that’s what a b*tch say
they say, “yeat, they running with your swag”, i laugh and just say, “okay, okay”
sweating off this molly, f*cking this b*tch, it feel like a jacuzzi
now my money longer, big old bank, i feel like i’m uzi
ran off with his swag on the kid
ran off with his b*tch and i just hit
know i got my money, so i’ma talk my sh*t (yeah)
[?] with the l!ck
every day (let’s go)
[chorus: yeat]
(let’s go) uh, we on venice, on the beach, just smoking lettuce, i got money fetish, b*tches come and go, but let’s go get it (okay, okay)
playing tennis with my b*tch, a lot of rackets, i got hundreds fetish, money come and go, but let’s go spend it (let’s go spend it)
and new baguetties on my wrist, and it’s so precious, stacking, tetris, all your sh*t is fake and mine is real, go test it (yeah, go test it)
yeah, and my brother, he could slide if you would like (boom, boom), he got a lethal weapon, trigger finger is the b*tton he is pressing

[verse 2: weiland]
this that fast money, yeah, all i really know
she calling my phone, yeah, she know i’m ’bout to blow
hop inside that h*llcat, you know i’m ’bout to go
diamonds on my neck, yeah, they different colors
if he keep on talking crazy, i’m about to f*ck his mother
no, you cannot sip my lean, buddy, you is not my brother
had to cut that b*tch off ’cause we not good for each other
big bubble coat, i’m a moncler lover
yeah, rollie on my wrist filled with big baguettes
baby, this that fraud money, baby, this that different cheddar
big boot stepping, yeah, baby, this that louis leather
was up in that pot with crack, baby, that’s that arm & hammer
i know that they jealous, so i gotta keep that big beretta
you say that he do it best, i bet i could do it better
uh, yeah, louis bag filled with cash
yeah, take a xan’, trip to the past

[chorus: yeat]
(let’s go) uh, we on venice, on the beach, just smoking lettuce, i got money fetish, b*tches come and go, but let’s go get it (okay, okay)
playing tennis with my b*tch, a lot of rackets, i got hundreds fetish, money come and go, but let’s go spend it (let’s go spend it)
and new baguetties on my wrist, and it’s so precious, stacking, tetris, all your sh*t is fake and mine is real, go test it (yeah, go test it)
yeah, and my brother, he could slide if you would like (boom, boom), he got a lethal weapon, trigger finger is the b*tton he is pressing

- yeat lyrics

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