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Chiquita Video (MV)




Performed By: Fixemup
Length: 4:21
Written by: Gary Martin




Fixemup - Chiquita Lyrics




Call me flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs
Flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs

My money don't fold flat bread pita
In the Louis store going bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the Gucci store and go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the studio and I go bananas like Chiquita

Yeah my flow is bananas just like Chiquita
They roll the cameras make sure my mic is keyed up
I'm dolo man with a quiet demeanor
But I will go ham when I step foot inside an arena
I ain't no killer but don't test my itchy trigger finger
I ain't no dealer but keep elbows of that wiz khalifa
Khalifa Kush designer reefer
Six hundred dollars on my feet Gucci designer sneakers
These hoes on my mic I like to call them features
I also got a lot of trolls and a lot creepers
I set an awful lot of goals, and I gotta reach em
Baby girl gone learn today and I gotta teach her

My money don't fold flat bread pita
In the Louis store going bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the Gucci store and go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the studio and I go bananas like Chiquita

Ain't no fickle fabled blood running in these veins
I'm willing and able these bitch ass niggas Cane
They want me slain fatal what a pitiful shame
Cause they know my name gonna be great in this hip hop game
Hell yeah they're gonna hate cause them niggas some lames
But that's some shit that I expect I just stay in my lane
You can't buy respect it's genuinely gained
But if it's paper on your neck that'll get you maimed
The way my bank account set up I can spend that change
You broke and want to start a war I'm a end that thing
I ain't ever broke of course it compliments my name
A Twitter page is the only thing you got in your name

My money don't fold flat bread pita
In the Louis store going bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the Gucci store and go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the studio and I go bananas like Chiquita

I got money this morning I'm a do the same this evening
Little Caesar crazy bread please believe it
More dough than Pillsbury and Sara Lee I'm hogging it all
I keep some extra cheese call it extra Parmesan
I'm a boss I'm a don I'm a king but I'm not God
But I'm godly haters thank God I'm not y'all
You probably pray earnestly in my downfall
I know you gone despise me cause I'm coming up
That's why I choose to stay the f*ck from round y'all
Mario brother I always keep a one up
Tears fell when my young dog got knocked off
Rhino shells in the thumper when I pop off
I married the game put a ring on my grind dog
I put that shit on everything hot sauce

My money don't fold flat bread pita
In the Louis store going bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the Gucci store and go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the studio and I go bananas like Chiquita

Call me flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs
Flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs
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Call me flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs
Flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs

My money don't fold flat bread pita
In the Louis store going bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the Gucci store and go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the studio and I go bananas like Chiquita

Yeah my flow is bananas just like Chiquita
They roll the cameras make sure my mic is keyed up
I'm dolo man with a quiet demeanor
But I will go ham when I step foot inside an arena
I ain't no killer but don't test my itchy trigger finger
I ain't no dealer but keep elbows of that wiz khalifa
Khalifa Kush designer reefer
Six hundred dollars on my feet Gucci designer sneakers
These hoes on my mic I like to call them features
I also got a lot of trolls and a lot creepers
I set an awful lot of goals, and I gotta reach em
Baby girl gone learn today and I gotta teach her

My money don't fold flat bread pita
In the Louis store going bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the Gucci store and go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the studio and I go bananas like Chiquita

Ain't no fickle fabled blood running in these veins
I'm willing and able these bitch ass niggas Cane
They want me slain fatal what a pitiful shame
Cause they know my name gonna be great in this hip hop game
Hell yeah they're gonna hate cause them niggas some lames
But that's some shit that I expect I just stay in my lane
You can't buy respect it's genuinely gained
But if it's paper on your neck that'll get you maimed
The way my bank account set up I can spend that change
You broke and want to start a war I'm a end that thing
I ain't ever broke of course it compliments my name
A Twitter page is the only thing you got in your name

My money don't fold flat bread pita
In the Louis store going bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the Gucci store and go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the studio and I go bananas like Chiquita

I got money this morning I'm a do the same this evening
Little Caesar crazy bread please believe it
More dough than Pillsbury and Sara Lee I'm hogging it all
I keep some extra cheese call it extra Parmesan
I'm a boss I'm a don I'm a king but I'm not God
But I'm godly haters thank God I'm not y'all
You probably pray earnestly in my downfall
I know you gone despise me cause I'm coming up
That's why I choose to stay the f*ck from round y'all
Mario brother I always keep a one up
Tears fell when my young dog got knocked off
Rhino shells in the thumper when I pop off
I married the game put a ring on my grind dog
I put that shit on everything hot sauce

My money don't fold flat bread pita
In the Louis store going bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the Gucci store and go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit the studio and I go bananas like Chiquita

Call me flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs
Flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs
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Writer: Gary Martin
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