MARNI HOODY ft. NeedNoName & Tre Wavey Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, doggy I be cookin' crack

Yeah, yeah, yeah

This nigga ain't talkin' fuckin' money, why he call me

Nino in the motherfuckin' Marni with a Barbie

I hope this boy don't try me, cause I'm strap just like a carseat

My bitch so fuckin' wet, this ho get wet like Kalahari

I'm really in the streets, I make money off the doggy

I'm in the X6 M, I know you hear it farting

I'm plugged up in the motherfuckin' streets like a Charger

This nigga ain't from L.A., he might as well play for the Dodgers

Fa fa fa

Shoot him if he talk

It's one of top, baby

Yeah, we call that Fetty Wap

Hey, bring it on the plane overnight to New York

I'm so fuckin' fly in these Chrome Heart crosses

I just pulled up to the side, auntie said it's been a minute

Hey, just to get Flyy, had to take a couple risks

Got the burner in my britches, give a fuck, I'll burn a bridge

I told you I love you, baby, you ain't never listen

And she know about my cheese, I'm a Mac, baby, this pimpin'

Hey, she gon throw it back, I'm an underhand pitcher

If he cross me on my kid or my money, I'ma kill him

Said, this bitch so fuckin' wet, it sound like it's spaghetti mixin

Like when lil baby walk, hear the Glock, gotta switch

I got Marni on my back, Off-White, I'ma mix

If that nigga wanted money the way he, uh

If that nigga want money the way he want bitches, he be rich

In the whip, it go 200, you ain't catchin' up to this

V8, Offset, I got Cardi on my wrist

If I ever press it up, bet it's comin' out legit

If you got your hand out, don't be blowin' up my shit

This nigga ain't talkin' fuckin' money, why he call me

Nino in the motherfuckin' Marni with a Barbie

I hope this boy don't try me, cause I'm strap just like a carseat

My bitch so fuckin' wet, this ho get wet like Kalahari

I'm really in the streets, I make money off the doggy

I'm in the X6 M, I know you hear it farting

I'm plugged up in the motherfuckin' streets like a Charger

This nigga ain't from L.A., he might as well play for the Dodgers

Fa fa fa

Shoot him if he talk

It's one of top, baby

Yeah, we call that Fetty Wap

Hey, bring it on the plane overnight to New York

I'm so fuckin' fly in these Chrome Heart crosses

Wavey straight drop, who put him in the pot

Hot, hot, hot, bitch blow me cause I'm hot

She got somethin' white on her nose, it ain't snot

Niggas make bein' real look hard, but it's not

Brady in the kitchen cookin' hard till it lock

2020 vision through it all, seen a lot

I just got a call from my dog in the box

Fiends takin' shots, face full of chicken pox

Hit the mall and shop, B&B at hood spots

Could take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out

Still rock a white tee with these Chrome Hearts

She let the whole team hit, I want no parts

Talkin' bout some bullshit, baby, don't start

Bro new, hit a bullseye, he throw no darts

All I fuckin' got is designer in my closet

All I fuckin' put in the bank is deposit