Fetish (Remix)

[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 bitch from the back and you know she leave cream on me, yeah, yeah
Mexico drivin', do the whole damn dash, yeah, fuck police, yeah, yeah
Purple Hellcat with a whole fuckin' 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
Bitches suck me up, yeah, they eat the nut (Keed, talk to 'em, Keed, talk to 'em)
Back to the motherfuckin' basics
Got the trap beatin' like the eighties
Yeah, snakes gon' cover my motherfuckin' back like a cape
Nigga gon' talk behind my back, but not my face
Nigga gon' ride the whole wave like a sleigh
Bitch 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 fuck 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 bitches and they all goin'
Naked bitches, yeah, they all blowin'

[Chorus: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Money fetish, yeah, money fetish, yeah, I got fetty
Y'all niggas broke, gettin' shit on credit
Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, bitch, I'm fly rich, yeah
Bitch, I'm fly rich, yeah, bitch, 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 bitch like Belly
I just put the symbol off the Benz on my necklace
I just told that bitch 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 bitch and her boobs got fixed
Uh, hop on my dick and go apeshit, yeah, yeah
I just copped some bad young shit, walk in my crib, ayy
I was banging Blood, nigga, ever since it was a Brim (Let's go)
Check my car fleet, Balenciaga car seat
I just hit a lil' rock bitch right behind the BP
Nah, it ain't make no sense (I done hit 'bout every one of them rock bitches)
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 niggas broke, gettin' shit on credit
Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, bitch, I'm fly rich, yeah (Fly)
Bitch, I'm fly rich (Let's go), yeah, bitch, 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, nigga)
Nah, it don't make no sense (No, no, no, ayy)
Nah, it don't make no sense