Fat Money – 400 Degrees (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Fat Money drops the video for the “400 Degrees” piece of music with Introskii. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download.

Fat Money 400 Degrees

Chicago rapper Fat Money reunited with producer Cardo Got Wings for his new single, “400 Degrees,” which hit streaming services earlier this week.

Fat Money has received several high-profile cosigns throughout his career. In 2022, he earned himself a writing credit on Kanye West’s album, Donda 2. He also received praise from Pusha T during a recent appearance on the Million Dollars Worth Of Game podcast.

In addition to his new track, Fat Money also teased that if one of his recent Instagram posts gets enough comments, he’ll release something else too. Calboy, who collaborated with Fat Money on his mixtape, Cinco De Money 6: The Last Dance, expressed his excitement for “400 Degrees” in the comments.

Fat Money – 400 Degrees

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Lyrics

Yeah,
it feel like 400 degrees again
my cousin got 80 enrolled into college he stacking degrees again
first cinco de money na money got wings I rolled up my sleeves again
all my life had to take the backseat fa these n***** I’m taking the lead again
he didn’t have a budget he ain’t have a label that lil n**** seasoned
sit him at the table
serve him up a steak load up his potatoe
started on the floor stack it to my navel
pockets never safe I upload a plate
yo hoe gon dm me throw a bitch a bagel
bought my ma ah whip I was Neva able
I can’t go to sleep I pour up the maple
started in the house they cut off the cable
we jumped off the porch shooting out lesabres
I remember vivid you was not a taker
you wasn’t in the picture you was out the painting
you wasn’t having birds you wasn’t authur Blankin
you wasn’t ona crumb you wasn’t taught the language
you didn’t throw yo set up when they sent the deck up you wasn’t inthe county ooping
out the razor
you didn’t caught corona you ain’t got the vapers
you was ina striker you ain’t got the papers
you ain’t leave the porch you ain’t fight the neighbors
you wasn’t ina porche you was ina Sable
you would kill yo brother you like cane and able
you wasn’t writing facts you was stating fables
you was living bad you ain’t tune the tables
you ain’t link cardo ‘fore you met the label
it feel like 400 degrees again my cousin got 80 enrolled into college he stacking degrees again
first cinco de money na money got wings I rolled up my sleeves again
all my life had to take the backseat fa these n***** I’m taking the lead again