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[Intro: Fetty Wap]
Free that boy Tay-K

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
Gang with me, we ain't talkin' cash, its irrelevant
Yo' b*tch with me, let her rub my chain for the hell of it
Sticks with me he could f*ck yo ho if she sellin it
Fetty, we get Fetti it don't matter how you spellin' it
Yeah, pull up to his spot like what is up, n*gga
I got shootas' with me in the cut, n*gga
He be dead 'fore I hit the blunt, n*gga
On the hood, this ain't what he want, n*gga
Keep a 50 with me in the trunk, n*gga
Put the family on the cap and funk, n*gga
Wouldn't give a f*ck if a slug hit ya
All this money I just get a rush n*gga
When the money came I fell in love wit her
You know I fell in love wit her

[Verse 2: Fli Fetti]
Ay
I know these n*ggas feel some type of way
But all they do is hop up on the internet and type away
I ain't the type to play my hitters, bring it right away
You hear them tires skirrt, them fireworks gon' light away
If Zoovie send a hit
Then the goonies bend the sh*t
If we in the buildin' its gon' be a movie in this b*tch
Don't pay attention to these n*ggas cuz they all lame
I'm livin' next to Fabulous I call it Ball-cane
This for the muscle at the hustle like a ball game
All I do is ball man so all I do is ball mane
Designer sh*t these shootings they gon' call it lit
I said you ain't my kind of chick but thank you for the compliment
Mind on my money I've been hungry tryna' find a lick
I get suppliers tripped, Like what you need I got it here
A bunch of small timers talkin' like they push a lot
I smoke one hella sour
I don't do the kush a lot
Wap set it up they waitin' for the hood to pop
My pocket full of guap, they call me mister jig alot