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Jim Jones – Fit Lit (Betty White)

Lyrics Fit Lit (Betty White) – Jim Jones feat. Dave East, Maino, Fabolous

You know, I played the water like Navy Seals
Honda Accord drivin’, trying to see how this Mercedes feel
M&M’s with no Shady dealm Moncler’s with millions
Couple grand made in the same building
6th floor, auntie Barbra made greens every Thanksgiving
Nadia interior, cranberry sauce
Sports, drugs and entertainment
Just like Cam used to talk
Cameras flashin’, every movie you see me
Like Samuel Jackson sold the club Pelle
Hit a lick, me and my mans was matching

Can’t imagine
All the hours spent, tryin’ do right
We seen that wrong
We paid for white, got brown sugar
But ain’t see Nia Long
Gallery Department, Camouflage
It look like Vietnam
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
Back to Chanel, eating Prime 112 every night
And if we really got to get there
Well s**t we catch a jet tonight
I’m from where bank stop issues first
If you lose than you bet it twice
Up a couple mil but I’m still ducking fetty like
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
They was whipping that ready rock boy
You’d think that s**t was Betty Crock
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

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 s**t on wasn’t personal
Ripping up them tickets in front of pigs
While I’m cursin
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, yeah
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 n**gas lost
And these rap n**gas 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
N**ga 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
Can’t be loving too fast
I know what I like tho

I like a nice little vibe, white nikes in my size
I like cars that talk back, I’m Michael Knight with the rides
I like ice in the front, I like ice on the sides
So n**gas talking sideways get some ice in they eyes
I like pizza recipe, not a slice on the pies
The hatin came with the chicken, like a sprite and some fries
Crib got like four wings, no rice on the side
I feel like they money too low now my price is too high

But enough of what I like, what you n**gas hating on
The real n**gas, that ain’t tryin to put a fake one on
The go getters, who went and got what you was waiting on
The real sliders, who been around that been skating long
Keeping s**t in line, keep that s**t in mind
Fit lit, going up, all that s**t incline
I want it all and I get all that s**t in time
My favorite lie is when she tell me that that s**t is mine…

Written by Jim Jones, Fabolous, Maino & Dave East
Album: Gangsta Grillz: We Set the Trends
Produced by Mike Wavvs, Eric Forcen, Ervin Garcia, Non Native & Bordeaux
Jim Jones | Fabolous | Maino | Dave East | 2022

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