FTMU

(альбом: CB5 - 2020)

Fucking the money up, feel like I ain't done enough
Come get your bitch back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Right now is all
Hitmaka (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)

Fucking the money up, feel like I ain't done enough
Come get your bitch back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck
I ain't with the chit-chat, we let it go, we don't give a fuck
Fucking the money up, fucking the money up
Fucking the money up, fucking the money up
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck
Come get your bitch back, sent her to DR for tummy tuck

Fucking the money up (Yeah)
Picking your honey up
We got that new vibe (What?)
For hunnids with blue collars
Like it with no mileage
Montega Don Dada
Covered in sunflowers, residue, gunpowder
Neck full of blood diamonds
Run it up, run it up, run it up (Ooh)
Talking you did it, you ain't done enough (Ooh)
Talking makes bad then we double up (Ooh)
Snipe her, then leave you to cuddle up (Ooh)
Came with the load I got left from the tab
Left with a suit and I came with a mask
Talking the plug, I'm the socket (Ayy)
Caught off the rebound like Rodman (Ayy)
Chemist, I'm cooking up
My dog, he hooded up
For a ten piece they'll shoot your head off
Skully and suit like Sam Ross
Nah, homie, never, we ain't the same, different tax brackets
Kris Kross niggas playing games (Ooh), ass backwards

Fucking the money up, feel like I ain't done enough
Come get your bitch back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck
I ain't with the chit-chat, we let it go, we don't give a fuck
Fucking the money up, fucking the money up
Fucking the money up, fucking the money up
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck
Come get your bitch back, sent her to DR for tummy tuck (Montana)

Copped me a Mulsanne (Huh?)
Top of the food chain (Huh?)
Block to the Forbes list
Suckers they forfeit (Ooh, he on)
Shawty is topless (Prove me wrong)
Every summer we dropping (Do me wrong)
Fuck all the gossip (Ayy)
Stepped it up couple of notches (Ayy)
This on my wall a Picasso
Lion face or the Medusa?
Came in the club with the Uzi
First year made it varsity
Mama done raised a boss with her
First year like, "Yeah, who Montana?"
K, K, K like Ku Klux Klan
First nigga play, that's click-click, bang
Strapped from the get, niggas getting no change
Fucking the money up, drop head when it's sunny up
Get them hoes in the loop now, got killers in a suit now
I cook up pure with no soda
Baguette diamonds flash like Kodak
Take it, bitch, free Kodak
Montana that nigga, you know that, ha

Fucking the money up, feel like I ain't done enough
Come get your bitch back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck
I ain't with the chit-chat, we let it go, we don't give a fuck
Fucking the money up, fucking the money up
Fucking the money up, fucking the money up
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck
Come get your bitch back, sent her to DR for tummy tuck