Fettuccine
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
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 digit's
I got 50 cents on me on my way to Walt Disney
That's a whole 50 racks
Young nigga with the business
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
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
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
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 habit's and good habit's
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
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