Fettuccine

[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 fuck up on the cash with my bitch
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 bitch
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 nigga you know in the middle of the hood worth some tickets?
What type of nigga you know sell out shows play with fishes?
Gucci, Louie, Prada, that's the way a nigga 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 shit comin' in digits
I got 50 cents on me on my way to Walt Disney
That's a whole 50 racks, young nigga 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 fuck up on the cash with my bitch
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 bitches 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 niggas 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 fuck up on the cash with my bitch
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 bitch in her ass 'fore I look a bitch in her eye
I see the bitch in y'all swag, I give a fuck 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
Fuck a bitch 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 fuck up on the cash with my bitch
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