2016 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, (Slay)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
This sh*t federal
Your n*gga got me mad ho
Don't f*ck with these fat hoes
Need a lil' money so let's go settle
Me and yo b*tch just met up
Too fast [?] fed up

[Verse]
Oh, run up on that coupe
[?]
[?], fast
I like feeling like I'm fast
f*ck her one time, Chanel on me, it's sad
This perc might be on her side
Tryna f*ck on me now, I'm like no
Young n*gga ready to- ooh, ayy , yeah
In that all white Carrera
The coupe make yo b*tch wetter
I'm off the xan right now so shut up
But none of my b*tches be regular
[Chorus]
This sh*t federal
Your n*gga got me mad ho
Don't f*ck with these fat hoes
Need a lil money so let's go settle
Me and yo b*tch just met up
Too fast so they always fed up
Yea, this sh*t federal
Your n*gga got me mad ho
Don't f*ck with these fat hoes
Need a lil money so lets go settle
Me and yo b*tch just met up
Too fast [?] fed up

[Outro]
Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah