Fetty

I die for the Fetty My queen gon trap for me yeah I feel like Fetty My bro keep saying drop that heat I be like aight already But they ain't ready Bro was selling Becky They had him locked up for a minute Let him out already Bro go crazy with the rap Already made a AP of the trap If I tell them go they go I'm sipping on, I'm sipping on OJ and gin What type of shit you on Keisha Becky had them both naked I was running reckless made some now I'm never stressing That money make money that's how it is And I'm gon die for my brother that's how I feel These rappers acting like they be in the field Who you shot who you killed whats the deal And ima get it how I live too I heard my brothers double up on her now that's your boo I think that's funny really but nothing funny really When it comes to that money Nothing funny really When it comes to that money Can't even trust my friends told me go chase it When it comes to the broads Cant even cuff nobody they too basic Taste it she wanna taste it I don't even want her my bro done slayed it Getting super high smoking on cherry pie fruity I gave my heart to you and you don't want it In love with the money girl you a goner Still in the city smoking on marijuana U talk u a shooter Brody you ain't a soldier And just like your clothes from China I mean they fake if you ain't catch it Double g belt Balenciaga shoes I just need a rolley brody yeah thats my mood