Fuck You

Man, I don't get it, y'all fuck me so weird
(And it's just like, what am I here for?)
Fuck you, bitch think that I love her but I don't
She think I finna kiss her, bet I won't
Tell that bitch fuck you
Why the fuck you ask me for some cash?
And you'll never have my fuckin' back (What you say?)

Fuck you, remember when you never text my phone
But now you wanna hit me 'cause I'm on
(That's weird) Fuck you
I used to be that nigga with no cash
(How you doing?) bitch I'm doing great I'm glad you asked
Fuck you, I won't forget the times you used to motherfuckin play me
Bitch I'm doing good and now you motherfuckin hang

Ask me how I feel bitch, what the fuck you think?
I've been on my rockstar shit
You ain't talking money I don't wanna fuckin speak
Laughing to the bank, that was really fuckin weak

I'll get the motherfuckin bag
All of these bitches they know, they just be mad
Margiela, still got the tag
I feel as fresh as the pole
I got the pack, fuck up then run me some racks
Y'all get to doing the dough, i get em gray
I got a bad little bitch, I did this shit on my own

Fuck you, I'm in that mosh pit tryna rock shit
We don't talk about it bitch
We just fuckin bop shit
I'm that mob shit, fuck a job bitch, get obnoxious
This is for the feds, we say "fuck the cops, bitch"

Fuck you, bitch think that I love her but I don't
She think I finna kiss her, bet I won't (I won't)
Tell that bitch fuck you
Why the fuck you ask me for some cash?
And you'll never have my fuckin' back (What you say?)

Fuck you, remember when you never text my phone
But now you wanna hit me 'cause I'm on
(That's weird) Fuck you
I used to be that nigga with no cash
(How you doing?) bitch I'm doing great I'm glad you asked
Fuck you, I won't forget the times you used to motherfuckin play me
Bitch I'm doing good and now you motherfuckin hang



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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Eric Upchurch
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