Lyrics Wendy's - Spiffy Global, Jay Critch

Wendy's

Hey
Dressed in the Fendi
Watching my back
Ay
(Ho-hold up Spiffy on this Mofo)
I just been dressed in the Fendi
Get to the chicken like Wendy’s
She all surprised don’t know how to act
I just been dressed in the Fendi
So I got eyes that’s watching my back
Came up to my own advice
Took a chance had to roll the dice
Stop fronting you ain’t go no life
Air hockey you ain’t on no ice
You a rat then you roll with mice
Shorty bad and she talking nice
I’m a dog imma go get right
Take it off then she blow that twice
We hit the mall and they all get hyped
Corner store remember all them nights
You ain’t involved we roll like Mike
She giving jaw, FaceTime like Skype
She suck me up like Light Bulbs
Diamonds got moved like Michael
You can just call it a night
I’m a ball and she like those
Money called and I picked up
I knew some niggas would switch up
Had to see the bigger picture
Holding weight like a pick up
Pockets strong doing sit-ups
I got on with my niggas
She gone let me bone in the sprinter
And no I don’t need no liquor
She said she loves my songs go figure
She wanna get along with a nigga
Lot of weed smoke I’m in beast mode
I’m in Rico counting the C Notes
If you riding the wave it get repo’d
I’m still scoring don’t play with no cheat codes
Get to the racks no time to layup
They like ya gang sliders way up
I’ll have the gang slide and flame up
He said he’s signed up he ain’t us
Just to remind ya that we up
No more aces so we fucking up lust
She said she wasn’t a eater
Turned her into a believer
Diamond they hitting like Jeter
Shining I give her a fever
Know you see the two seater
Measure my money in meters
Shorty acting like she dumb, fuck it that’s just how imma treat her
The McLaren orange like the Sun
Rari is white like a bieber
Get to the chicken like Wendy’s
She all surprised don’t know how to act
I just been dressed in the Fendi
So I got eyes that’s watching my back
Came up on my own advice
Took a chance had to roll the dice
Stop fronting you ain’t got no life
Air hockey you ain’t on no ice
You a rat then you roll with mice
Shorty bad and she talking nice
I’m a dog imma go get right
Take it off and she blow me twice
We hit the mall and they all get hyped
Corner store remember all them nights
You not involved we roll like Mike
She giving jaw FaceTime like Skype