Fee Fi Foe Fum lyrics

[Hook]

(x4) Fee fi foe fum
Fee fi foe fum
Hit a n*gga with a drum
Til you b*tch n*ggas want none

[Verse]

Bad b*tch she wants to sauce me
Now too many n*ggas salty
Money it come from the tree
All you have to do is believe
Getting money over here
Sorry that I got to go
Guess you can say adios
I stack paper like dominoes
Jeepers creepers
I became the reaper
Imma f*ck your teacher
You can catch me in the bleachers
Imma freak at night though
You know that I keep that rockin'
Imma have to lock it, can't fit in my pocket
Stop it, stop it, you know I'm bout that profit
Ain't no other option, that's how that b*tch is [?]
I might get to robbin' just to afford some Robin's
I feel like I'm rappin' the way this [?] got me rockin'
You ain't from the bank bro, get out my face hoe
I'm just looking forward to get these pesos
These b*tch n*ggas talkin' sh*t, let me put them in they place tho
Don't you say nothin' when I slap you in your face hoe
I'm a real n*gga I put that on the chain hoe
I'm a real n*gga, yeah I put that on my name hoe
[Repeat hook]