Fit Lit (Betty White) Jim Jones (Ft. Dave East, Fabolous & Maino)

[Intro: Dave East]
You know

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I played the water like Navy Seals
Honda Accord drivin', tryna see how this Mercedes feel
M&Ms with no Shady deal (No)
Monclers with millions, couple grand made in the same building (Same building)
Sixth floor, auntie Barbara made greens every Thanksgiving (Uh)
Now the interior cranberry sauce (Cranberry)
Sports, drugs, and entertainment, just like Cam used to talk
Cameras flashin’
Every movie you see me like Samuel Jackson (See me)
Sold the club Pelles, hit a lick, me and my man was matchin' (Matchin')
Can’t imagine all the hours spеnt tryna do right, we seen it wrong (Wrong)
We paid for white, got brown sugar, but ain't see Nia Long (I ain't see hеr)
Gallery Department camouflage, shit look like Vietnam (Uh-huh)
Me and Vibe smoking out a Porsche, shit look like Cheech and Chong

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Capo
Wrote RIP the same day we lost Betty White
I bought Chrissy the Porsche and of course we named it Betty White (Facts)
It's back to Chanel, eating Prime 112 every night
And if we really gotta get there, well, shit, we catch a jet tonight
I'm from where bang, stop, and shoot first, if you lose, then you bet it twice (Shoot it back)
Up a couple of mil', but I'm still ducking fedy life (Watch the phone)
It's feeling like they tryna catch me up like Fetty Wap
It’s not smelly, but you know this thing of ours ain’t gon' never stop (Murder, what’s up?)
Up in Harlem, they was slinging powder up on every block (12)
They was whipping that ready rock, boy, you'd think that shit was Betty Crock (We outside)
They try to slander my name, even make up that fake paperwork
I felt grandma's pain, I sold 'caine when she went straight to work (Whip it)
With everything that I been through, I still don’t harbor feelings
In Miami, when you spin through, you might catch me in Bal Harbour chillin' (It's facts)
I am having that shit on was a person
Ripping up them tickets in front the pigs while I'm cursin' (Fuck the cops)
Bonnie and Clyde, Chrissy'll put that cig in her Birkin
If we do collide, then somebody gon' die when that cig get to jerkin', we workin'