Future — Fettuccine

[Chorus: Future] I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, now I spend it quick Ain't fuck up on the cash with my bitch I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, now I spend it quick Order up that Lambo, put me on the list [Verse 1: Future] Order up the Lamborghini, put me on the list All the fettuccine, I can clone a bad bitch Take her out of Bakers, now she shop at Jeffrey's I'm on a roll, gettin' money, got a bad recession What type of nigga you know in the middle of the hood worth some tickets? What type of nigga you know sell out shows play with fishes? Gucci, Louie, Prada, that's the way a nigga kick it I got a whole bird on me, nothin' to be specific Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific Money, money, money, man that shit comin' in digits I got 50 cents on me on my way to Walt Disney That's a whole 50 racks, young nigga with the business [Chorus: Future] I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, now I spend it quick Ain't fuck up on the cash with my bitch I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, now I spend it quick Order up that Lambo, put me on the list [Verse 2: Pusha T] I got that fettuccine on me, tell me what you see You can't be in Aldo standin' next to me Out them bitches pronto, out that R&B Hit Paris for that poncho, the G's sound like Z's Givenchy, Veuve Clicq, menage a trois, c'est la vie I sell it all, he mail it off Slow gift wrap, need a Christmas card Champagne pours, I christen y'all You niggas hatin', I'm liftin' off In private jets, we peelin' out In them Porsche Panameras that we wheelin' out [Chorus: Future] I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, now I spend it quick Ain't fuck up on the cash with my bitch I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, now I spend it quick Order up that Lambo, put me on the list [Verse 3: Emilio Rojas] I look a bitch in her ass 'fore I look a bitch in her eye I see the bitch in y'all swag, I give a fuck if y'all fly I'm cheap though, I'm stayin' paid I'mma make it rain and I'mma take the train I'm Latino, got razor blades, okay chico, but it ain't to shave I got pesos, I got pesos, bad hoes by the caseload And she gonna get a face full, and she gonna get a face full So pardon if the kid narcissistic I'm shinin' bright, it'd be hard to miss it I heard y'all in Target thriftin' While I'm buyin' out the whole Garment District No room in the whole room Don't clean clothes, I hit show room She's anorexic, no food so it's half the check up in Nobu I got bad habits and good habits Cheat a lot 'cause I'm good at it Fuck a bitch for her bank account When I'm done with it, the whole hood have it [Chorus: Future] I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, now I spend it quick Ain't fuck up on the cash with my bitch I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, I got that fettuccine I got that fettuccine on me, now I spend it quick Order up that Lambo, put me on the list