The Cat and The fiddle
Hey diddle diddle
He cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
It was 12 a.m
I was running that trap
Yeah
right outside of my room
I was beating that pot
I was starring that wolk
Almost broke my hand on that spoon
I Had to cop a V12
So I could say f 12
When I die put that gas in my tomb
Choppa
My choppa
My choppa
On hip tho
Blasting that music
I feel like am diplo
Dropping these hits
Yeah am feeling my hits thou
Your dog a b
And I tell her to sit
Bro dripping
Am dripping
Am dripping
Like nachos
Foreign
Am foreign
Am new to gazpacho
Moving that white girl
I feel like I'm Pablo
I'm chilling
I'm chilling
Up in masalago
Get out your house
You is not getting rich
I was whipping that pot
That's how I got this wrist
I was wiping that block
That's how I got this wh!p
I was whipping the bank
That's how I got this rich
I was dropping yeah hits
You know I do not miss
Yeah
My bag come from Gucci
Your bag come from wish
Chilling with bad friends
Am making that money
They gave me that work
And that's how I got sick
Making this money
I beat up that bitch
And She came after me
So I slit up My wrist
Take me court
Yeah you know
That I know the judge
You know that he
Owns me for this
Owns me for that
Set my bail
Got it cash
He acting real tough
But I know that's a mask
Yeah they be hating cuz I got this cash
Yeah they be hating cuz I got this cash
Love me or hate me
You know you can't rate me
I need a Beyonce bitch
Yeah
To upgrade me
I'm playing this game
You know you can't play me
I'm kissing these girls
I feel like my name karty
Watch me lay up
Breath
Baby I'm getting this s wake me up
Breath
Baby I'm starting to snooze wake me up
Breath
Give me some head telepathically get me up
Catch me
Catch me
Yeah catch me outside
Baby ya-hope
Ya-hope
Ya-hope
In My Ride
Come with me baby
Do not kill my vibe
Come with me baby
Do not k!ll my vibe
Yeah you know
I tell you truth
Not the lies
Baby you know you ain't gone run and hide
Baby you know you ain't gone run and hide
If I want you
I can have you tonight
Making that money
Am making it right
Baby you know that I'm doing it nice
Fuck in the day
I do not fuck at night
Making that money I'm making it right
Fever on me baby give me my ice
Fever on me baby give me my ice
Money you know that it make me feel nice money so good you could cash my check twice
He cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
It was 12 a.m
I was running that trap
Yeah
right outside of my room
I was beating that pot
I was starring that wolk
Almost broke my hand on that spoon
I Had to cop a V12
So I could say f 12
When I die put that gas in my tomb
Choppa
My choppa
My choppa
On hip tho
Blasting that music
I feel like am diplo
Dropping these hits
Yeah am feeling my hits thou
Your dog a b
And I tell her to sit
Bro dripping
Am dripping
Am dripping
Like nachos
Foreign
Am foreign
Am new to gazpacho
Moving that white girl
I feel like I'm Pablo
I'm chilling
I'm chilling
Up in masalago
Get out your house
You is not getting rich
I was whipping that pot
That's how I got this wrist
I was wiping that block
That's how I got this wh!p
I was whipping the bank
That's how I got this rich
I was dropping yeah hits
You know I do not miss
Yeah
My bag come from Gucci
Your bag come from wish
Chilling with bad friends
Am making that money
They gave me that work
And that's how I got sick
Making this money
I beat up that bitch
And She came after me
So I slit up My wrist
Take me court
Yeah you know
That I know the judge
You know that he
Owns me for this
Owns me for that
Set my bail
Got it cash
He acting real tough
But I know that's a mask
Yeah they be hating cuz I got this cash
Yeah they be hating cuz I got this cash
Love me or hate me
You know you can't rate me
I need a Beyonce bitch
Yeah
To upgrade me
I'm playing this game
You know you can't play me
I'm kissing these girls
I feel like my name karty
Watch me lay up
Breath
Baby I'm getting this s wake me up
Breath
Baby I'm starting to snooze wake me up
Breath
Give me some head telepathically get me up
Catch me
Catch me
Yeah catch me outside
Baby ya-hope
Ya-hope
Ya-hope
In My Ride
Come with me baby
Do not kill my vibe
Come with me baby
Do not k!ll my vibe
Yeah you know
I tell you truth
Not the lies
Baby you know you ain't gone run and hide
Baby you know you ain't gone run and hide
If I want you
I can have you tonight
Making that money
Am making it right
Baby you know that I'm doing it nice
Fuck in the day
I do not fuck at night
Making that money I'm making it right
Fever on me baby give me my ice
Fever on me baby give me my ice
Money you know that it make me feel nice money so good you could cash my check twice
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Kiarie
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