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(I need that fetti, boy
I need that dinero, that fuckin' peso, nigga
The euro, all that shit, boy
I'm tryna eat
Don't expect shit for me 'cause I won't expect spend shit for you
But that fuckin' bank, nigga
I need that cheese, that bread, right now)
I might fight fire with fire
And hell hot than a bitch
And I be feelin' this spot
To put some weight on my wrist
I need a constant vacation
Full of pussy and bliss
And get the love I was chasin'
But that shit don't exist
I'm high as fuck of this life
Inebriated in tears
'Cause I been seein' the light
And this reflect my fears
I wanna die every night
But every day that I'm here
I realize niggas couldn't touch if they tried
Okay
I need the paper, the feta
I need the cheese
I need the paper, the feta
I need the green
I need it now, right now
Bitch, I can't wait
If you comin' next week
Bitch, that's too late
I need the paper, the feta
I need the cheese
I need the paper, the feta
I need the green
I need it now, right now
Bitch, I can't wait
If you comin' next week
Bitch, that's too late
Niggas tryna knock off my pivot for I feel that
Double D make sure you cop the secure before I pill that
Need a milk ticket, still trippin' where the grill at?
If my heels slip I heelflip until the rim crack
Spittin' crack rock on the empty stomach
Fuckin' throw it, bitches love it
Conversation, I'm the subject
Speakin' on my name in public
This nigga must not know me
Wait 'til I speak my mind
Need a billy for niggas who see me Milly Rock
Before I hit my Diddy Bop
Nigga keepin' Fendi with me
Horse and my city rock
Who put up a fifty pop
Shit like this got fifty pop
I know these niggas mad
They wanna hit me in my Kenny Spot
Nigga, I treat a lyric like an option, nigga
No disrespect, just don't forget I got it proper, nigga
Cookin' Betty Crocker, off my rocker I'ma pop it, nigga
Halfway of the Porsche, got ANRs, tryna talk to niggas
They tyin' up the phone lines, it's go time
Niggas gon' be quotin' this like K-dot's control line
Used to wait for shit, now we pull up and we control lines
Bitch, I need that Swiss, the cheddar, the provolone
Okay
I need the paper, the feta
I need the cheese
I need the paper, the feta
I need the green
I need it now, right now
Bitch, I can't wait
If you comin' next week
Bitch, that's too late
I need the paper, the feta
I need the cheese
I need the paper, the feta
I need the green
I need it now, right now
Bitch, I can't wait
If you comin' next week
Bitch, that's too late
I need the paper, the feta
I need the cheese
I need the paper, the feta
I need the green
I need it now, right now
Bitch, I can't wait
If you comin' next week
Bitch, that's too late
Yeah
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