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billboard brothers - fetch lyrics

[verse 1: big quis]
pull in valet and i threw the man the keys
i ain’t get searched and they let me in for free
i’m exactly who these stripper b-tches wanna see
if you want some money, then you better follow me
showing off my wrist while i’m sippin’ on the cris
shot out to the dj cause he playing our sh-t
you came in here to dance and i came in here to trick
now bend over b-tch and bounce this -ss on this d-ck
1 stack, 2 stacks, 3 stacks let me take a breathing scooch where the weed at?
(you see them n-ggas hating?)
naw i ain’t peeped that
let me get some more ones to ball on they weak -ss
thank god baby girl cause you being blessed
throwing paper everywhere i done made a mess
i’m a cool n-gga i don’t mean no disrespect
but if you want this money, b-tch you gon’ have to fetch

[hook: big quis & (female voice)]
looking for a rich n-gga you can stop search
i need some ones right now, hurry up its urge
i see a b-tch that i like and her -ss perfect
i will make it rain long as you keep twerking
you want this money
fetch b-tch go and get it
(give me money)
fetch b-tch go and get it
you want this money
fetch b-tch go and get it
(give me money)
fetch b-tch go and get it

[verse 2: dre armani]
go hard on a b-tch
like too short n-gga, b-tches ain’t sh-t
go and shake that -ss
i see you looking lil mama come and get this cash
trash bags sacks like kidd
spending all the night i got more at the crib
take you to the room can’t be knowing where i live
these hoes sl1ck girl you know how it is
i’m a dog b-tch, go fetch
margiela and fendi, wearing nothing but the best
og and cookies, smoke nothing but the best
couple of shots, now she wanna have s-x
make it rain on your head like a shower cap
tell them broke n-ggas they can fall back
alright checks baby or cash?
i’m a rich n-gga, go and bounce that -ss

[verse 3: payroll giovanni]
pulled up to the club, dressed in the best
threw the coupe keys at valet like fetch
don’t know if this n-gga hating or he tryna flex
i ain’t worried cause my youngin’ got a tec in his sweats
am i getting money b-tch you ain’t gotta guess
my presence make a lame n-gga sweat and look stress
i’m with big quis, scooch, monch and polo
a couple kingpins so you can chill on the fore doors
imma cash, throw a f-ck and blow a grand on her
you ain’t a boss b-tch, n-gga you a tab ower
i rock 3 chains like a -ssh0l-
and they all brick fare, f-ck a add on
a chick told me i been wanting you since highschool
b-tch you f-ck with broke n-ggas, i’m allergic, haitschu
we drive coupes and the 40 clips extended
i don’t swipe, i blow cash money with no limit

- billboard brothers lyrics

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