Murdarock & J-DOT - FETTI

What we on Murda
What we on Murda
A whole lotta whole lotta
Ya know
I'm off the lack
GGO
Tap in
Man I'm tired I think I really need a mansion
Gotta go get it I love when them bands in
Love when diamonds be sitting but dancing
Know double G O really stepping we really be jamming
Dot with the oop you know Murda goin slam it
He went and copped the goop but he not goin blam it
I love my Niggas call em bro cause they family
Play wit my niggas we pull out them hammers
niggas be hating you know that already
I need my pocket with a whole bunch of Fetti
Told that bad lil shorty pull up to the Telly
Then I just whip it out and I put dick in her belly
After I beat it I spark it then put on belly
World too cold you know a Nigga keep me a helly
Not talking money then nigga don't hit my celly
Don't hit my celly
Don't hit my line... please don't hit my line
Money counter on love the sound
Money counter on love the sound
Money counter on love the sound of the fetti
A nigga eating great hella plates of the veggies
Keep it real with you ima tell you if it's Reggie
Used to be a geek walk around with a wedgie
Now I roll around with my focus on deadly
Just cracked the vacuum seal smell when you met me
Fourth down they gave me an inch but I'll take it a couple of yards if they let me
Remember a time let a weak bitch upset me
Roll up some dozier tell a weak bitch forget me
Been on my grind sorry I ain't reply when you hit me
I'm on a mission ya hear me
Ya hear me
Ya hear me
I know that you hear me my gas is real loud
Fuck the QP we blowing out the pound
Be smelling a nigga before I'm around
GGO we the talk of the town
This shit strike like a pitch from the mound
Smoking kin gelato 300 a ounce
Whole lotta hundreds too much to count
Real niggas wit me 100 the count
Count up
If you not gang get from 'round us
We smoking that loud turn the sound up
Know I keep the Duce in my red cup
Know I'm a big dog you a lil pup
If you run up then you gon get hit up
Only focused on money that figures
I need me seven
Smoking that gas I'm in heaven
Boy I be cranking like seven eleven
Know shorty open like seven eleven
The way that I do it i need me a medal
Y'all niggas really ain't doing nothing special
Money counter on love the sound of the fetti
A nigga eating great hella plates of the veggies
Keep it real with you ima tell you if it's Reggie
Used to be a geek walk around with a wedgie
Now I roll around with my focus on deadly
Just cracked the vacuum seal smell when you met me
Fourth down they gave me an inch but I'll take it a couple of yards if they let me
Money counter on love the sound of the fetti
A nigga eating great hella plates of the veggies
Keep it real with you ima tell you if it's Reggie
Used to be a geek walk around with a wedgie
Now I roll around with my focus on deadly
Just cracked the vacuum seal smell when you met me
Fourth down they gave me an inch but I'll take it a couple of yards if they let me

Written by:
Ellis Murdaugh, Jerry Carter Jr.

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