C. F.
Got a
Got a
Got a higher class aesthetic
Drippin head to my toes, yeah
I'm Louis V vetted
I'm a legend in the making
Like Will Smith said it
Chase chicken like the hoes
Cause you know I got
Cash Fetish, Cash Fetish
Yeah, cause you know I got
Cash Fetish, Cash Fetish (cause you know I got)
Yeah, yeah
Slide out on the scene
Crew and I looking clean
Looking for the Williams
So our lives can be serene
Untroubled by it all
People wishing that I fall
Been hanging around the Currie's
So you know that I ball (I ball)
Fantasizing since a kid
Live my life like (what?)
Like T.I. said
On IG flexing your T.I. bread
But we know you got all that on debt (you broke)
I'ma grind like Pusha
Get high, kush (kush)
They misunderestimate me like Bush (haha)
Talk all that shit, kid snack like gush (gush)
Roll up on you, ain't no discuss (no discussion)
Now
Everybody come on (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Go talk that talk
Pull your card out like you could walk that walk
See you work all day cause you a boss
Spend that and repeat
Couldn't give two fucks about a loss (nah, nah)
Two fucks about a loss (loss, loss, loss)
Yeah
Whatchu mean I ain't moving on time
Man you pulling me down to a place that I can't go
(no signs, cash fetish all mine
Let me see it, both sides
Cash fetish all mine, yeah)
Why you talking bout living too fast
When you holding me back
Whatchu want, girl, I don't know
(no signs, cash fetish all mine
Let me see it, both sides)
Yeah, yeah
I'm in a class of my own
Need me a watch that TikToks mad annoying like Jackson Mahomes
Say you bad to the bone
Got a hard time believing that you really wanna see me
When I pass through the door with a mask and a rose
Cash in my hand
Fuck a day job, never doing it again
If you ask what I'm on
Know it's grasping the pen
So that next time we talk
In the back of a Benz (yeah)
Outside, running two on two's
Got the house party looking like the Moulin Rouge
All the glitz and the glam make me feel like a hero
And the friends and the fam wanna suit up too
Yeah, rep Sin City twenty-five eight
Not a worry in the world bout the money that I make
Got love for the real, no time for the fake
Cause if you up, then how could you hate
I say
Got a higher class aesthetic
Drippin head to my toes, yeah
I'm Louis V vetted
I'm a legend in the making
Like Will Smith said it
Chase chicken like the hoes
Cause you know I got
Cash Fetish, Cash Fetish
Yeah, cause you know I got
Cash Fetish, Cash Fetish (cause you know I got)
Got a
Got a higher class aesthetic
Drippin head to my toes, yeah
I'm Louis V vetted
I'm a legend in the making
Like Will Smith said it
Chase chicken like the hoes
Cause you know I got
Cash Fetish, Cash Fetish
Yeah, cause you know I got
Cash Fetish, Cash Fetish (cause you know I got)
Yeah, yeah
Slide out on the scene
Crew and I looking clean
Looking for the Williams
So our lives can be serene
Untroubled by it all
People wishing that I fall
Been hanging around the Currie's
So you know that I ball (I ball)
Fantasizing since a kid
Live my life like (what?)
Like T.I. said
On IG flexing your T.I. bread
But we know you got all that on debt (you broke)
I'ma grind like Pusha
Get high, kush (kush)
They misunderestimate me like Bush (haha)
Talk all that shit, kid snack like gush (gush)
Roll up on you, ain't no discuss (no discussion)
Now
Everybody come on (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Go talk that talk
Pull your card out like you could walk that walk
See you work all day cause you a boss
Spend that and repeat
Couldn't give two fucks about a loss (nah, nah)
Two fucks about a loss (loss, loss, loss)
Yeah
Whatchu mean I ain't moving on time
Man you pulling me down to a place that I can't go
(no signs, cash fetish all mine
Let me see it, both sides
Cash fetish all mine, yeah)
Why you talking bout living too fast
When you holding me back
Whatchu want, girl, I don't know
(no signs, cash fetish all mine
Let me see it, both sides)
Yeah, yeah
I'm in a class of my own
Need me a watch that TikToks mad annoying like Jackson Mahomes
Say you bad to the bone
Got a hard time believing that you really wanna see me
When I pass through the door with a mask and a rose
Cash in my hand
Fuck a day job, never doing it again
If you ask what I'm on
Know it's grasping the pen
So that next time we talk
In the back of a Benz (yeah)
Outside, running two on two's
Got the house party looking like the Moulin Rouge
All the glitz and the glam make me feel like a hero
And the friends and the fam wanna suit up too
Yeah, rep Sin City twenty-five eight
Not a worry in the world bout the money that I make
Got love for the real, no time for the fake
Cause if you up, then how could you hate
I say
Got a higher class aesthetic
Drippin head to my toes, yeah
I'm Louis V vetted
I'm a legend in the making
Like Will Smith said it
Chase chicken like the hoes
Cause you know I got
Cash Fetish, Cash Fetish
Yeah, cause you know I got
Cash Fetish, Cash Fetish (cause you know I got)
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Writer(s): Alex Khazhakyan, Llouis Llouis, Lucas Ruchniewicz, Rami Hosny
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