F.W.M

I know that
Y'all ain't fucking with me
I told y'all once before that
Y'all ain't fucking with me
Im making my money long
I'm getting bills real crispy
I be at home alone
I keep my self real distant
I'm on my own
I got to be a man now
I got to get it
Ain't asking for no hand outs
But every-time I come around
You got yo hand out
I ain't got shit for you
So put yo hand down
Y'all don't even really Know
I got plans
I do this when I get bored
I'm not playin
I just wake up and record
Then get cash
If Yo Bitch Hit Me On The Low
I Might Smash
Y'all ain't fucking with me
I know Go
Collecting Dollars like Give me
I wants some mo
I be riding thru the City
Smoking On That
If you Niggas Want to Hate
Well hate some mo

No matter what Yall do
Y'all Fucking me
I know y'all watching too
Trying To Copy Ah g
Y'all can't Do What I Do
Can't Copy G
Some of y'all in a loop
Y'all on repeat
Not me
I told once Before
Wake Up Y'all Sleep
Ain't no where else but up
That's all For Me
You can hate on me all you want There's No Stopping
If We Gambling
You better bet on me
You You can get yo boys
I get mine
You You can get yo toys
I get mine
You say You With The Shit
I Know You Lying
Every day I pistols grip
It's no 9
I Got ignored
They slept on me
They snoring
They Can't Hear Me
Fuck It keep it going
I Said
I Got ignored
They slept on me
They snoring
They Can't Hear Me
Fuck It keep it going



Credits
Writer(s): Orlando Malone Jr
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