Spaghetti - Fat Joe, Remy Ma, Kent Jones

Flashing fetti and jewels

They slurpring on spaghetti

Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti

Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti

And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti

Flashing fetti and jewels

They slurpring on spaghetti

Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti

Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti

And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti

Nah come on P, who’da thought I’d make it?

When the cops used to strip us naked

Now they got the name on the street sign

It may be famous

And fuck boys can’t help but hate it

But I know Pun love it

Just caught a lick last weekend

I know he was above it, blessing from the sky

And the nigga just recovered, long nights at LIV

Grubbing in my ears as we floating through the kitchen

Million dollar deals while you focus on the bitches

Signing big contracts on the backs of strippers

It ain’t a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the proof

Since «Turn Out the Light»

From the World Class Wreckin' Cru

I’m back at it, crack mules in back alleys

Crack addicts, serving them is a bad habit

Maybe I been watching too much Narcos

'Cause lately I been feeling like I’m Pablo

Flashing fetti and jewels

They slurpring on spaghetti

Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti

Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti

And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti

Flashing fetti and jewels

They slurpring on spaghetti

Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti

Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti

And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti

Y’all bitches got fat while we starved

Shots in your ass, pads in your bras

Y’all some liars it ain’t no facts in your songs

And yeah that crown is coming back to the Bronx

Take away their stylist, they don’t know what style is

I’ve been fly since junior high, bitch

You the biggest bird on Sesame Street

And I’m a scramble ya egg, keep running your beak

I keep my gat, my strap, my gun, my heat

I love my raps, my Pap, my son, my weed

Y’all hoes below, behind, under, beneath

Not near, not none, not one could fuck with me

See when it comes to this rap shit, rims fantastic

I’m good money, yeah paper or plastic?

My shit tight, spandex, elastic

Your shit «Shaggy"Mr. Boombastic

Flashing fetti and jewels

They slurpring on spaghetti

Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti

Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti

And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti

Flashing fetti and jewels

They slurpring on spaghetti

Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti

Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti

And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti

This ain’t the shit you been used to

Your shit is not accepted

I don’t condone what you doing

And nor do I respect it

I’m here at Vito’s with noodles

She slurping my spaghetti

After we fuck, tell her write her name down

I might forget it

Call collect, she never been a cheap broad

Slurping that spaghetti

That’s why every man she meet balls

Niggas keep drawing conclusions

But all they do is doodle

If you think this is a new me

The old me never knew you

Tired hearing 'bout

Who run the East, West and the South

Only thing I see you niggas running

Is your fucking mouth

Like who are you?

Really who the fuck are you?

See you with the team

Still don’t know what the fuck you do

I like that fettuccine

And my spaghetti Rotelle

Got bologna on my bread

Every delivery starts with deli

Commas, this is DJ, DJ

Just a condiment, I never relish

Plan on winning every accomplishment

I let you tell it

Flashing fetti and jewels

They slurpring on spaghetti

Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti

Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti

And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti

Flashing fetti and jewels

They slurpring on spaghetti

Up at Vito’s with noodles, they slurping on spaghetti

Stash the work in the Buick, they slurping on spaghetti

And a bag of that ooh, they smoking on spaghetti