[Lyric] More Fetti (Joeyzaza)

[Hook: Joey ZaZa]
From the back of the alley, no roof and no addy
I stay in a palace, we livin' real Slatty
The Rolls truck is gold, the curtains is closed
I hopped in a drove, seats felt like a mattress

I’m never relaxing, she fuck for a Patek
I can't tell her shit 'cause she Talk like a parrot
I drip baby Maddy, we stuck like some magnets
My shirt match my shoes and my belt match my trousers

Got 21 bitches I must be a savage
Got bricks it the mattress got bricks in the attic
They getting to close, don’t let that shit go
His mom and thеm screamin', better call paramеdics

Cash in the mattress, we lit like some matches
I came a long way from the roaches and rats
She came outta Vogue, she take off her clothes
Then We flew to L.A. just to buy matching baggage
[Verse 1: Joey ZaZa]
I drip baby Maddy I killed him on accident
I pop out Chanel with Cartier glasses
First pop a 30, my Glock hold a 30
I pop me an addy we shoot thirty thirty

We just tryna stand up my partner got jammed up
Then jammed up and jammed up and jammed up again
I moon walk no Steppin I jet like the Jetsons
I make no exceptions my chrome hearted fix

You thought me a joke, I don’t need to reload
If you still gotta problem I want all of the smoke
Business class manners, but still tote the hammers
I earned some awards I can’t put on the mantle

Break it down, then embrace it
Addys help me, concentrating
Slow it down, practice patience
Outta Christian In a space suit

I'ma star up in a space ship
Audemar, a constellation
In the mall, spend some faces
Aries got it, hit the space bar
None of you believed in me
Matter fact you doubted me

Why are you proud of me?
Why are you proud of me?
Why would you lie to me?

[Hook: Joey ZaZa]
From the back of the alley, no roof and no addy
I stay in a palace, we livin' real Slatty
The Rose truck is gold, the curtains is closed
I hopped in a drove, seats felt like a mattress

I’m never relaxing ,she fuck for a Patek
I can't tell her shit 'cause she Talk like a parrot
I drip baby Maddy, we stuck like some magnets
My shirt match my shoes and my belt match my trousers

Got 21 bitches I must be a savage
Got bricks it the mattress got bricks in the attic
They getting to close, don’t let that shit go
His mom and them screamin', better call paramedics

Cash in the mattress, we lit like some matches
I came a long way from the roaches and rats
She came outta Vouge, she take off her clothes
Then We flew to L.A. just to buy matching baggage
[Verse 2: Joey ZaZa]
We flew to L.A. just to buy matching baggage
Pull up in the carriage
We living real Slatty
Fuck on the Baddest (Slimiest Snakes)

(Ugh)
Foot on the gas
I could never be last
Clear port with a jet
Airport with no lag

I’m in Christian Dior serving a P
She wet like Chanel, so I bought her 2 C's
I swipe like a scammer, I swipe some CC's
I was Serving P's out the SRT baby

Kicking Doors baby
Chasing more fetti
And we war ready
I need more fetti

I’m sippin actavis
The purple relaxing me
On God I run with slimiest snakes
Creep in the night, ducking the jakes

[Hook: Joey ZaZa]
From the back of the alley, no roof and no addy
I stay in a palace, we livin' real Slatty
The Rose truck is gold, the curtains is closed
I hopped in a drove, seats felt like a mattress

I’m never relaxing ,she fuck for a Patek
I can't tell her shit 'cause she Talk like a parrot
I drip baby Maddy, we stuck like some magnets
My shirt match my shoes and my belt match my trousers

Got 21 bitches I must be a savage
Got bricks it the mattress got bricks in the attic
They getting to close, don’t let that shit go
His mom and them screamin', better call paramedics

Cash in the mattress, we lit like some matches
I came a long way from the roaches and rats
She came outta Vouge, she take off her clothes
Then We flew to L.A. just to buy matching baggage

[Outro: Joey ZaZa]
Kickin doors baby
Chasing more Fetti
And we war ready