Money Fetish Yeat (Ft. Weiland)

[Chorus: Yeat]
(Let's go) Uh, we on Venice, on the beach, just smoking lettuce
I got money fetish, bitches come and go, but let's go get it (okay, okay)
Playing tennis with my bitch, a lot of rackets
I got hundreds fetish, money come and go, but let's go spend it (let's go spend it)
And new baguetties on my wrist, and it's so precious, stacking, Tetris, all your shit is fake and mine is real, go test it (Yeah, go test it)
Yeah, and my brother, he could slide if you would like (boom, boom), he got a lethal weapon, trigger is the button he is pressing

[Verse 1: Yeat]
Just got back from Barney's, just got back from Zara's
I just spend three thousand on a belt, I count this shit for hours
I just got my mojo from my dojo like I'm Austin Powers
No, no, we don't do no date, I don't buy no flowers
Okay, let's go, if you wanna bake, we can hit the towers (Let's go)
Got some fresh rolled Backwood, window shake, we just smoking louder
Money in the escrow, bought a new estate, just to raise my power
I'm in beast mode, and we on TV, I call it Chowder (ew, ew, ew, ew, ew)
Uh, no they not even higher, 'cause I see they not even showing up
Why she hit my phone so much? I swear that she gon' blow it up
I do what I want every day 'cause I know enough
This money shit is great, but, fuck it all, 'cause I'm gon' throw it up (spend it)
Yeah, you could have made it, but you didn't 'cause you fucked it up
Now I got this Rollie looking different 'cause I bust it up (yeah)
And I got a Fanta with some Tris, I'm 'bout to pour it up
I thank God that I'm rich, 'cause back then, yeah, I was so poor enough (let's go)
She fat and big, that's double stuffed (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Uh, yeah, this bitch, I hit from the back, I caught a double nut (ygh)
Sadly, think I fell in love
Yeah, she was just a slut
Yeah, I could rap or I could sing like Carrie Underwood
Yeah, you cooperated with the fucking 12, you a bitch, boy, bitch made
Big bands on us, that's the big way
Ran off with his money, set him up, that bitch was decoy
I made fifty off these Navies, had a big bag
They say, "Yeat, why you ain't hit me back?", yep, that's what a bitch say
They say, "Yeat, they running with your swag", I laugh and just say, "Okay, okay"
Sweating off this molly, fucking this bitch, it feel like a jacuzzi
Now my money longer, big old bank, I feel like I'm Uzi
Ran off with his swag on the kid (straight swag)
Ran off with his bitch and I just hit
Know I got my money, so, I'ma talk my shit (yeah)
Bitch, I'm 20, but I'ma clap her when we lit, every day (let's go)