Fuck It
Money in my hand, I'm like, fuck it
Make it rain, I'ma throw them dollars, make them bust it
Tell the bartender, send them bottles to the VIP
To say we really turning up, my nigga, we need four, at least
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Stripper bitches getting loose
Tonight a nigga on the Goose
And, I'm feeling like I got the juice
I light up that OG to give me a boost
YGM, SBM, off in the building
Say you don't know us, we know that you kidding
Fuck nigga hating, he see us with models
Fuck it, nigga, keep on ordering bottles
Light the Swisher and let them smell that Gelato
Haters gon' hate, so let 'em's the model
Balling on them like I just hit the lotto
When you talk a check, them bad bitches follow
Bad and bougie, nigga, shaped like a bottle
I'm going in, nigga, talking full throttle
A nigga like fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
All night, bitch, I'm high as a satellite
Good Kush, got a young nigga feeling right
Brought a whole box of Swishers cause I'm about to blow it down
Got the VIP smelling like a pound
Tell the bartender to bring another round
Told the stripper, go ahead, turn around
Make it rain, watch them dollars hit the ground
Bust it, baby, go ahead, bust it, baby
All that ass, look, you a lucky lady
Do some tricks, let me see you on the pole
Speed it up, slow it down, drop it low
It's gon' be a movie, till it's time to go
YGM, SBM, in this bitch
Hella bottles, hella weed, yeah we lit
Kodak moment when we enter, take a pic
Shining hard, and I got all my haters sick
All the way turned up, Travis Porter
Drinking lean, like the shit is water
Smoking weed, like the shit is tobacco
I get a sack, like a defensive tackle
Turn up, turn up, day and night, Kid Cudi
It won't hurt me to turn up a notch
Feel like future, I'm an astronaut, bitch
Money in my hand, I'm like, fuck it
Make it rain, I'ma throw them dollars, make them bust it
Tell the bartender, send them bottles to the VIP
To say we really turning up, my nigga, we need four, at least
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
F-f-f-fuck it like it got a vagina
I'm in this bitch with my niggas, we cutting deals cross the counter
We making deals under the table, we strapped up like Ms. Mabel
Turn your so-called real ass straight into a fable
I'ma always get this money, really till I'm unable
Cause I can always get this money, even if I'm disabled
Cause bitch, I'm plugged in, like fucking cable
Niggas hating. I don't see nothing greater
When I'm in the spot, I turn the spot into a party
Chilling with three ladies like Mai Valentine with Harpies
I make my flow so permanent, call it a Sharpie
Still screaming free Sheen, and no, I don't mean Charlie
Man, these bitches know my name, if you don't, better find out
I'ma player in the game, and I don't take no timeouts
Probably chilling like a villain, you don't know where I hide out
Always rolling with the money, I hear Ben say, let's ride out, let's ride out, let's ride out
Money in my hand, I'm like, fuck it
Make it rain, I'ma throw them dollars, make them bust it
Tell the bartender, send them bottles to the VIP
To say we really turning up, my nigga, we need four, at least
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Make it rain, I'ma throw them dollars, make them bust it
Tell the bartender, send them bottles to the VIP
To say we really turning up, my nigga, we need four, at least
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Stripper bitches getting loose
Tonight a nigga on the Goose
And, I'm feeling like I got the juice
I light up that OG to give me a boost
YGM, SBM, off in the building
Say you don't know us, we know that you kidding
Fuck nigga hating, he see us with models
Fuck it, nigga, keep on ordering bottles
Light the Swisher and let them smell that Gelato
Haters gon' hate, so let 'em's the model
Balling on them like I just hit the lotto
When you talk a check, them bad bitches follow
Bad and bougie, nigga, shaped like a bottle
I'm going in, nigga, talking full throttle
A nigga like fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
All night, bitch, I'm high as a satellite
Good Kush, got a young nigga feeling right
Brought a whole box of Swishers cause I'm about to blow it down
Got the VIP smelling like a pound
Tell the bartender to bring another round
Told the stripper, go ahead, turn around
Make it rain, watch them dollars hit the ground
Bust it, baby, go ahead, bust it, baby
All that ass, look, you a lucky lady
Do some tricks, let me see you on the pole
Speed it up, slow it down, drop it low
It's gon' be a movie, till it's time to go
YGM, SBM, in this bitch
Hella bottles, hella weed, yeah we lit
Kodak moment when we enter, take a pic
Shining hard, and I got all my haters sick
All the way turned up, Travis Porter
Drinking lean, like the shit is water
Smoking weed, like the shit is tobacco
I get a sack, like a defensive tackle
Turn up, turn up, day and night, Kid Cudi
It won't hurt me to turn up a notch
Feel like future, I'm an astronaut, bitch
Money in my hand, I'm like, fuck it
Make it rain, I'ma throw them dollars, make them bust it
Tell the bartender, send them bottles to the VIP
To say we really turning up, my nigga, we need four, at least
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
F-f-f-fuck it like it got a vagina
I'm in this bitch with my niggas, we cutting deals cross the counter
We making deals under the table, we strapped up like Ms. Mabel
Turn your so-called real ass straight into a fable
I'ma always get this money, really till I'm unable
Cause I can always get this money, even if I'm disabled
Cause bitch, I'm plugged in, like fucking cable
Niggas hating. I don't see nothing greater
When I'm in the spot, I turn the spot into a party
Chilling with three ladies like Mai Valentine with Harpies
I make my flow so permanent, call it a Sharpie
Still screaming free Sheen, and no, I don't mean Charlie
Man, these bitches know my name, if you don't, better find out
I'ma player in the game, and I don't take no timeouts
Probably chilling like a villain, you don't know where I hide out
Always rolling with the money, I hear Ben say, let's ride out, let's ride out, let's ride out
Money in my hand, I'm like, fuck it
Make it rain, I'ma throw them dollars, make them bust it
Tell the bartender, send them bottles to the VIP
To say we really turning up, my nigga, we need four, at least
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
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Writer(s): Jaylen Cook
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