Yeat, Weiland - Money Fetish lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat, Weiland - Money Fetish lyrics]
Just smoking lettuce
I got money fetish, bitches come and go
But let's go get it (okay, okay)
Playing tennis with my bitch
A lot of rackets
I got hundreds fetish, money come and go
But let's go spend it (let's go spend it)
And new baguetties on my wrist
And it's so precious, stacking
Tetris, all your shit is fake
And mine is real, go test it
(yeah, go test it) yeah, and my brother
He could slide if you would like
(boom, boom) , he got a lethal weapon
Trigger is the button he is pressing
Just got back from Barney's
Just got back from Zara's
I just spend three thousand on a belt
I count this shit for hours
I just got my mojo from my
Dojo like I'm Austin Powers
No, no, we don't do no date
I don't buy no flowers
Okay, let's go, if you wanna bake
We can hit the towers (Let's go)
Got some fresh rolled Backwood, window shake
We just smoking louder
Money in the escrow, bought a new estate
Just to raise my power
I'm in beast mode, and we on TV
I call it Chowder (ew, ew, ew, ew, ew)
Uh, no they not even higher
'cause I see they not even showing up
Why she hit my phone so much? I
Swear that she gon' blow it up
I do what I want every
Day 'cause I know enough
This money shit is great, but, fuck it all
'cause I'm gon' throw it up (spend it)
Yeah, you could have made it
But you didn't 'cause you fucked it up
Now I got this Rollie looking different
'cause I bust it up (yeah)
And I got a Fanta with some Tris
I'm 'bout to pour it up
I thank God that I'm rich
'cause back then, yeah, i was so poor enough
(let's go)
She fat and big, that's double stuffed
(let's go, let's go, let's go)
Uh, yeah, this bitch, I hit from the back
I caught a double nut (ygh)
Sadly, think I fell in love
Yeah, she was just a slut
Yeah, I could rap or I
Could sing like Carrie Underwood
Yeah, you cooperated with the fucking
12, you a bitch, boy, bitch made
Big bands on us, that's the big way
Ran off with his money, set him up
That bitch was decoy
I made fifty off these Navies, had a big bag
They say, "Yeat, why you ain't
Hit me back?", yep, that's what a bitch say
They say, "Yeat, they running
With your swag"
I laugh and just say, "Okay, okay"
Sweating off this molly, fucking this bitch
It feel like a jacuzzi
Now my money longer, big old bank
I feel like I'm Uzi
Ran off with his swag on the kid
(straight swag)
Ran off with his bitch and I just hit
Know I got my money, so, I'ma talk my shit
(yeah)
Bitch, I'm 20, but I'ma clap her when we lit
Every day (let's go)
(Let's go) Uh, we on Venice, on the beach
Just smoking lettuce
I got money fetish, bitches come and go
But let's go get it (okay, okay)
Playing tennis with my bitch
A lot of rackets
I got hundreds fetish, money come and go
But let's go spend it (let's go spend it)
And new baguetties on my wrist
And it's so precious, stacking
Tetris, all your shit is fake
And mine is real, go test it
(yeah, go test it) yeah, and my brother
He could slide if you would like
(boom, boom) , he got a lethal weapon
Trigger is the button he is pressing
This that fast money, yeah, all I really know
She calling my phone, yeah
She know I'm 'bout to blow
Hop inside that Hellcat
You know I'm 'bout to go
Diamonds on my neck, yeah
They different colors
If he keep on talking crazy
I'm about to fuck his mother
No, you cannot sip my lean, buddy
You is not my brother
Had to cut that bitch off 'cause
We not good for each other
Big bubble coat, I'm a Moncler lover
Yeah, Rollie on my wrist
Filled with big baguetties
Baby, this that fraud money, baby
This that different cheddar
Big boot stepping, yeah, baby
This that Louis leather
"Wassup in that pot with crack?" Baby
That's the Arm & Hammer
I know that they jealous
So I gotta keep that big Beretta
You say that he do it best
I bet I could do it better
Uh, yeah, Louis bag filled with cash
Yeah, take a Xan, trip to the past
(Let's go) Uh, we on Venice, on the beach
Just smoking lettuce
I got money fetish, bitches come and go
But let's go get it (okay, okay)
Playing tennis with my bitch
A lot of rackets
I got hundreds fetish, money come and go
But let's go spend it (let's go spend it)
And new baguetties on my wrist
And it's so precious, stacking
Tetris, all your shit is fake
And mine is real, go test it
(yeah, go test it) yeah, and my brother
He could slide if you would like
(boom, boom) , he got a lethal weapon
Trigger is the button he is pressing