F-Y-M
Fine young man
Who got the bads? Yeah that's me
I got the gas, big ole bag I'ma need 'bout three
Never not stepping back but if I do I'ma hit that three
I had to plan it, now I'm just the man I said I'll be
Said I'll be, my bitch look foreign, c'est la vie, yeah
Fine young thang, I'ma need to see ID, yeah
Shorty gon' cuff me, actin' like C.I.D (Damn)
Bet I be, big dog, you can tell my demeanour
'Bout to go off like beepers
Caught 'em off guard Cheaters
I put on for all of my people
But who gon' hold me down when I really need it?
Remember when they said they wouldn't need us? (Yeah)
Now they send the bag for the feature (Ching ching)
Since a young blood I been eatin'
Spread my wings
Now I'm flyin' like an eagle (Me and young Flvme go off yeah)
Lot of money, I got rich sluts (Hey)
I don't get mixed in no emotions
Only thing I'm mixing my cup (Yessiir)
Smelling that loud and it's us (Uh huh)
Spend it, make it back like no fuss (Okay)
Never gon' catch me sleepin' (Nah)
Just like a masseuse I'm in touch (You know I am)
Fine young man
Who got the bads? Yeah that's me
I got the gas, big ole bag I'ma need 'bout three
Never not stepping back but if I do I'ma hit that three
I had to plan it, now I'm just the man I said I'll be
Going hard in this bitch, yeah
Smokin' loud and it's lit, yeah
Splittin' guap with the clique, yeah
It's going down in the crib, yeah
We just safe here than while we making paper, that is how a nigga live
And I leave a puddle with drip
Watch your step my nigga, you might slip
Rea-rea-real nigga I ain't gota prove it
What they say, I do it
And I don't speak their language, but I speak money fluent
Niggas out here actin' foolish, but I ain't with that bullshit
And everybody out here actin', man this sci-fi movie, yeah
It's my time to shine and you cannot deny, yeah
I'm ju' living life and I don't need advice, yeah
I'm with somebody wife and she here for the night, yeah
She fuckin' with the slime and she tryna get some pipe
From a... (Yeah)
Fine young man
Who got the bads? Yeah that's me
I got the gas, big ole bag I'ma need 'bout three
Never not stepping back but if I do I'ma hit that three
I had to plan it, now I'm just the man I said I'll be
Who got the bads? Yeah that's me
I got the gas, big ole bag I'ma need 'bout three
Never not stepping back but if I do I'ma hit that three
I had to plan it, now I'm just the man I said I'll be
Said I'll be, my bitch look foreign, c'est la vie, yeah
Fine young thang, I'ma need to see ID, yeah
Shorty gon' cuff me, actin' like C.I.D (Damn)
Bet I be, big dog, you can tell my demeanour
'Bout to go off like beepers
Caught 'em off guard Cheaters
I put on for all of my people
But who gon' hold me down when I really need it?
Remember when they said they wouldn't need us? (Yeah)
Now they send the bag for the feature (Ching ching)
Since a young blood I been eatin'
Spread my wings
Now I'm flyin' like an eagle (Me and young Flvme go off yeah)
Lot of money, I got rich sluts (Hey)
I don't get mixed in no emotions
Only thing I'm mixing my cup (Yessiir)
Smelling that loud and it's us (Uh huh)
Spend it, make it back like no fuss (Okay)
Never gon' catch me sleepin' (Nah)
Just like a masseuse I'm in touch (You know I am)
Fine young man
Who got the bads? Yeah that's me
I got the gas, big ole bag I'ma need 'bout three
Never not stepping back but if I do I'ma hit that three
I had to plan it, now I'm just the man I said I'll be
Going hard in this bitch, yeah
Smokin' loud and it's lit, yeah
Splittin' guap with the clique, yeah
It's going down in the crib, yeah
We just safe here than while we making paper, that is how a nigga live
And I leave a puddle with drip
Watch your step my nigga, you might slip
Rea-rea-real nigga I ain't gota prove it
What they say, I do it
And I don't speak their language, but I speak money fluent
Niggas out here actin' foolish, but I ain't with that bullshit
And everybody out here actin', man this sci-fi movie, yeah
It's my time to shine and you cannot deny, yeah
I'm ju' living life and I don't need advice, yeah
I'm with somebody wife and she here for the night, yeah
She fuckin' with the slime and she tryna get some pipe
From a... (Yeah)
Fine young man
Who got the bads? Yeah that's me
I got the gas, big ole bag I'ma need 'bout three
Never not stepping back but if I do I'ma hit that three
I had to plan it, now I'm just the man I said I'll be
Credits
Writer(s): Lesego Kyle Mnyandu, Modisaotsile Godfrey Mvundla, Neo Madiba
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