Fit Lit (Betty White) - Jim Jones, Fabolous, Dave East

I played the water like Navy Seals

Honda Accord drivin', trying to see how this Mercedes feel

M&M's with no Shady deal (No)

Moncler’s with millions, couple grand made in the same building (same building)

6th floor, auntie Barbra made greens every Thanksgiving (uh)

Nadia interior, cranberry sauce (cranberry)

Sports, drugs and entertainment, just like Cam used to talk

Cameras flashin'

Every movie you see me like Samuel Jackson (see me)

Sold the club Pelle

Hit a lick, me and my mans was matchin' (matchin')

Can’t imagine, all the hours spent, tryin' do right

We seen that wrong (wrong)

We paid for white, got brown sugar

But ain’t see Nia Long (I ain’t see her)

Gallery Department, Camouflage, it look like Vietnam (uh huh)

Me and Vibe, smoking out a Porsche

It look like Cheech and Chong

Capo

R.I.P the same day we lost Betty White

I bought Chrissy the Porsche

And of course, we named it Betty White (facts)

Back to Chanel, eating Prime 112 every night

And if we really got to get there, well shit we catch a jet tonight

I’m from where bank stop issues first, if you lose than you bet it twice (shoot

it back)

Up a couple mil but I’m still ducking fetty like (watch the phone)

Feeling like they trying to catch me up like Fetty Wap

It’s not smelly but you know this thing of ours ain’t gon never stop (murder

whats up)

Up in Harlem they was slinging powder up on every block (12)

They was whipping that ready rock boy, you’d think that shit was Betty Crock

(we outside)

They tryna slander my name, even make up that fake paperwork

I felt grandma’s pain, I sold cane when she went straight to work (whip it)

With everything I been through I still don’t harbor feelings

In Miami, when you spin through you might catch me in Bal Harbour chillin

Having that shit on wasn’t personal

Ripping up them tickets in front of pigs while I’m cursin (fuck the cops)

Bonnie &Clyde, Chrissy will put that cig in her Birkin

If you do collide than somebody gon die when that cig get to jerkin

You workin

This is part of the workout, come on

Aye, Yeah, Yea

I grew up just a block away from hell

Couple keys away from jail

The ghetto had us trapped

Find a way I needed bail

Lord forgive us but we tryin

These young niggas lost and these rap niggas dying

While I’m out here wearing diamonds

And I’m startin' to feel guilty

It’s pressure in my city

I bought Rollie’s, I got drunk, push Bentleys through my city

Success in my circle, 20 Benz’s in my circle

Over here, boy it’s just a family matter it’s never Urkel

There’s pain in my bars, in my days I been scarred

Had my dreams in that pot with that soda whip it hard

Never stays the way it was and it hurts when you gotta kill a

Nigga that you love but you do it out of love

If we gonna do it out of love, we gotta slow it down a little bit

Catch a vibe with it, we gotta love slow out here (shit crazy)

Can’t be loving too fast (yeah), I know what I like tho

I like a nice little vibe (yeah), white nikes in my size (yeah)

I like cars that talk back, I’m Michael Knight with the rides

I like ice in the front (ooh), I like ice on the sides (ooh)

So niggas talking sideways get some ice in they eyes (see me nigga)

I like pizza recipe, not a slice on the pies (for real)

The hatin came with the chicken, like a sprite and some fries (for real)

Crib got like four wings, no rice on the side (no carbs)

I feel like they money too low now my price is too high

But enough of what I like, what you niggas hating on (huh)

The real niggas, that ain’t tryin to put a fake one on (huh)

The go getters, who went and got what you was waiting on (huh)

The real sliders, who been around that been skating long (whew)

Keeping shit in line (yeah), keep that shit in mind (yeah)

Fit lit, going up, all that shit incline (its up)

I want it all and I get all that shit in time (I get all that)

My favorite lie is when she tell me that that shit is mine

Virgil