FTCU (feat. Ddm & Kotic Couture)

Ahem
Strap in your seat belts
Hold onto your horses
Miss Kam is coming for the top spot
Incoming
Three
Two
One

I ain't never worried bout the spot because I got it
Ask 'em why they mad
And they 'gon tell you cause I'm poppin'
Only God can judge me I ain't fuckin' with your honor
Told 'em send the boss and I said why I would be honored
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Finally
I can do my thing and get these hatin' bitches off me
Smokin' on that
(Cough)
Got a nigga coughin'
Money too short?
I'm Kelis bitch I'm bossy
Ran it up and now I'm never worried what the cost be
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up

See I am not from Harlem
But I gotta shake these niggas off
They call me sugar daddy
Way I fuckin' break these bitches off
You bitches residue
And yes I'm 'bouta scrape you bitches off
They thought they seen the light
But now I'm 'bouta make these bitches lost
Okay now I think I get it
My talent got these hoes livid
The way I d-d-d-did it
Bitch I'm the boss like I'm Diddy?
The way my coochie sit pretty
Bitch you should know he committed
I'm spittin' fax like a printer
He say relax you my dinner
I just lay back and say
"Ok you got it"
I got 'em pussy whipped
I keep that nigga in my pocket
Mhm mhm
Want me walk-in
What you talking?
He call me good mouth (Why?)
'Cause I be fuckin' flossin'
You nasty in the head for thinking I was talking 'bout the neck
I think you better use your manners with me
Hoe where yo respect?
Bitch you Gina and I'm Martin
Girl you better fuckin' step
Tell me why these bitches mad
Because I'm fuckin' up a check
Mhm mhm

I ain't never worried bout the spot because I got it
Ask 'em why they mad
And they 'gon tell you cause I'm poppin'
Only God can judge me I ain't fuckin' with your honor
Told 'em send the boss and I said why I would be honored
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Finally
I can do my thing and get these hatin' bitches off me
Smokin' on that
(Cough)
Got a nigga coughin'
Money too short?
I'm Kelis bitch I'm bossy
Ran it up and now I'm never worried what the cost be
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up (Kotic)
Better fuck that check (Yeah)
Better fuck that check up

I be on so many different levels like an elevator
Hear them talking shit
They Boosie bad
They getting hella faded
I be snapping on a beat
You bitches can't keep a cadence
I'm Top 10 Most Wanted
Lethal
Dangerous (Yikes!)
Pissing on these bitches
Pulled off on the side road
Wonder if they mad
I push bars with my eyes closed
Pressed from the pressure universe made a diamond
They be on that fake shit sounding like Dylan
Check ya vision
Look bitch I'm an icon
Love a hood nigga that click cannons like Nikons
Underground queen
Rep it like a borough
You can get this work when you off
Bitch you furloughed
I do it for the culture
Nah I ain't Cardi
My wins got they pressure up
Niggas looking salty
Dancing like Mary J. and I brush a nigga off me
I got that drip
Yeah I'm saucy (Drip)

(Drip, drip, drip)
(Drip, drip, drip)
(Drip, drip, drip)
(Drip, drip)

Wait hoe
Let me put my wig on
I'ma show y'all how to become a icon
Tap tap
Hello? Is my mic on?
The bag is Gucci Oxblood Python
Not bad for a fat bitch
And if we fucking we 'gon need a bigger mattress
Balenciaga on my feet make ya headboard squeak
I'ma straight shooter better get a towel for ya sheets (Ahh!)
My vest Kevlar
You can't stop my bag the bitch Telfar
I put niggas to work like I was HR
And have 'em shooting on my chest like a AR
Can you smell it?
You wanna taste?
Open your mouth while I put it in your face (Yup!)
'Cause bitch I'm extra
Swag on Sylvester
Ball in my court and the flow on Elektra

I ain't never worried bout the spot because I got it
Ask 'em why they mad
And they 'gon tell you cause I'm poppin'
Only God can judge me I ain't fuckin' with your honor
Told 'em send the boss and I said why I would be honored
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up (Uh!)
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up (Uh!)
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up (Uh!)
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up (Yeah!)
Finally
I can do my thing and get these hatin' bitches off me
Smokin' on that
(Cough)
Got a nigga coughin'
Money too short?
I'm Kelis bitch I'm bossy
Ran it up and now I'm never worried what the cost be
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up (Uh!)
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up (Uh!)
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up (Uh!)
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up (Yeah!)