"FATT DIS" lyrics

(You would fly too if you linked up with Frenchie)
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I got rich off the s—
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I got rich off the stolos, turned to Scats and Tracks, uh
Know how the game goes, so with these hoes, I don't get attached
I got real smoke with each side in the city, on my head, it's a check (But they ain't cash it)
The flag white, I won't flag it
On the road to millions, I drop the addy (To the foxes)
Dracs, fullies, pussy, I bought them
In a real label meeting talkin' 'bout a dollar (Billion)
You gon' shine if you my partner
If I love you, I'll make your bond, no problem
Like how many deuces you drank?
Pussy, I really put half on shanks (Pitch in)
Go Hollywood and squash the beef
In both, pussy, I can't
On my own, I come and wash your dishes
On her back, a mink, call my New York bitch up
Bein' honest, like my mix from the beginning
If I punch you out, you ain't gon' hear nothin' but hissin' (Tss)
I'm livin' fancy, but I got killers really run with me
Trap, trappin' P's, 'bows unlimited
In my city, they'll turn a pussy to a killer

Fatt this, Fatt that
Never played both sides, been one gang all his life
Fatt this, Fatt that
Never tell on a nigga, then go in the booth, try to rap
Fatt this, Fatt that
Was the first nigga to make a million off his block
Fatt this, Fatt that
Was the first to give his bro a chain, goggles, and Glocks

The type of cheese I throw in the club, I can make a stripper ho lose her job
I ain't got no passport, they must heard I'm tryna sell P's in Paris
My model bitch a dildo addict
I'm rich, but bro 'nem ain't, I ain't happy
You tellin' YouTube we got smoke, what a fah-fah-fah-fah
Puttin' the police on point, boy, I see you
Told them hoes to pitch in, but they ain't see it
I ain't gettin' you nothin' at Neimans
I told the ho to stay down, she ain't do no believin'
My new deal eight mil', showed my ex five M's, let her see it
That's what you get
Haha, that's what, hah, that's, that's what you get
That's what you get
Still hop out with my chains on and let it hit
Rolls truck cold as 'frigerator, I ain't used to this shit
Two models with a million followers tryna rape me, I ain't used to this shit
Made it off rap, foxes ain't used to this shit
Check my fuckin' account, see a million or two, I ain't used to this shit
Fox richy-rich
She bought her first Birkin bag, she ain't used to this shit
Bro beat another murder charge, he used to this shit
I pray I don't go broke, but if that happen, I'm used to this shit
And I'm comin' out the same way I came in this bitch