F**k It Up (feat. City Girls & Tyga)
Hitmaka!
Hol' up
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag and the money
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin'
Pay the price, when she walk in
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ayy, ayy
I walked in hella fly, helicopter all on me
I told the chick to back it up, I keep that chopper on me
I got weed on me, I got perks on me
Baby tell me what you drinkin'? Everything on me
I ain' trippin' off them lil' niggas way accross the room
Boy I been gettin' it crackin', nigga don't you see the wounds?
I got about twenty five goons with me
So tell me how the fuck a nigga gon' hit me? Ha (Right, ha)
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin' (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
I need a nigga with the M, huh
To match my drip, huh
I just got a Bentley and a Benz, huh
I make a rich nigga taste it (Taste it)
Make a bag broker pass, not Gucci 'cause they racist
I fuck with face down, ass up
Baby 'till my cash up
Type to make a nigga dick stand up
Put it in my guts, better fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Better not catch a nut let me slurp it up
Bitch I'm rare, not basic
Ass fat but it get fatter when I'm naked
I wanna burstin' low-key not too loud
When he wanna link, he send a ticket then a flew that (Period)
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin' (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
She gon' make ten grand, how she pop it on me
I ain't James Harden but I keep the rocket on me (Bah)
I be ballin' like chef, niggas not in my league (No)
How you get so bad? 'Cause your momma a freak
Wanna be like daddy, she remind me of me
When I lick it, so sweet, whip cream on your feet
Drinkin' sex on the beach, got you wet on the skeet
And your bitch send me nudes, I can't wait 'till we meet
I'm a nasty ass nigga, gorilla
Two bitches twist on my dick like a Twizzler
A nigga like me stay hot through the Winter
I told her we could link, hit me up after dinner
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin' (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Hol' up
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag and the money
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin'
Pay the price, when she walk in
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ayy, ayy
I walked in hella fly, helicopter all on me
I told the chick to back it up, I keep that chopper on me
I got weed on me, I got perks on me
Baby tell me what you drinkin'? Everything on me
I ain' trippin' off them lil' niggas way accross the room
Boy I been gettin' it crackin', nigga don't you see the wounds?
I got about twenty five goons with me
So tell me how the fuck a nigga gon' hit me? Ha (Right, ha)
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin' (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
I need a nigga with the M, huh
To match my drip, huh
I just got a Bentley and a Benz, huh
I make a rich nigga taste it (Taste it)
Make a bag broker pass, not Gucci 'cause they racist
I fuck with face down, ass up
Baby 'till my cash up
Type to make a nigga dick stand up
Put it in my guts, better fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Better not catch a nut let me slurp it up
Bitch I'm rare, not basic
Ass fat but it get fatter when I'm naked
I wanna burstin' low-key not too loud
When he wanna link, he send a ticket then a flew that (Period)
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin' (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
She gon' make ten grand, how she pop it on me
I ain't James Harden but I keep the rocket on me (Bah)
I be ballin' like chef, niggas not in my league (No)
How you get so bad? 'Cause your momma a freak
Wanna be like daddy, she remind me of me
When I lick it, so sweet, whip cream on your feet
Drinkin' sex on the beach, got you wet on the skeet
And your bitch send me nudes, I can't wait 'till we meet
I'm a nasty ass nigga, gorilla
Two bitches twist on my dick like a Twizzler
A nigga like me stay hot through the Winter
I told her we could link, hit me up after dinner
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin' (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Byron O. Thomas, Austin Owens, Michael Stevenson, Terius Gray, Caresha Brownlee, James Iii Foye
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