We use cookies to customize content and advertising, to provide social media features, and to analyze traffic to our site. We also share information about your use of our site with our trusted social media, advertising and analytics partners. Read more.
  •    
  •    
  •    

    Wale / Lyrics

    Playlist 0 Rate 0 Like & Share Print Email Play

    "Fitted Cap" Lyrics

    Wale feat. J. Cole, Meek Mill and Rick Ross

    Album:
    Genre:
    Duration:00:04:37
    Rank: (−)
    Rate:
    −/5 from 0 users
    Charts: view all »
    Referring urls:view all »

    Video

    Lyrics

    Beat billionaire

    [Rick Ross]
    You know I stick to the script
    Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it like this

    (M-M-M-Maybach Music, Maybach Music)

    [Rick Ross - Chorus]
    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
    The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
    Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
    The Rolls-Royce, it's all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
    Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
    Wale

    [Wale - Verse 1]
    Yeah, uh
    Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on my car show
    My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concorde
    11 know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
    The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit
    P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
    My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
    Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
    That's some nigga from 10.deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
    I ain't e'en tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school
    You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
    And Tito's my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and
    It's ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look
    Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store
    Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
    Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
    Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit' laser
    Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy
    Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
    Salute

    [Rick Ross - Chorus]
    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
    The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!)
    Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
    Meek Mill

    [Meek Mill]
    Yo
    I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js
    And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid
    I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
    Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai
    It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG
    Walk around wit' like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me
    Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God unless no fear
    Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear
    We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up
    Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked
    I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup
    On this shit, I can't stand up, country Ks as I man up
    This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill
    In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
    One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
    My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
    The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!)
    Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

    [J. Cole]
    Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
    That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
    How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin'
    I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
    I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe smokin'
    Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
    I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you know we toastin'
    Fuck hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
    Out in Sweden, like ain't shit that you can't tell us
    Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
    'Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
    Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wann't a option
    Now we livin' much better, nigga, pay whatever
    Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
    My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
    You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
    Cole

    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
    The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
    Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
    My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
    The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!)
    Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

    M-M-M-Maybach Music
    This song was submitted on May 19th, 2011.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Songs you may also like

    Contributors

    leaderboard activity

    Comments

    Facebook (0) LetsSingIt (0)