F**k It Up

You can't tell me nothing I got
You can't tell me nothing I got money now
If lil buddy run up then it's man down
Real gangstas move in silence but my weed loud

She met me at the front door like pull your pants down
I promise I did not know that she was going south

I made it out of my city feel like the goat now
I'm turning up and getting litty on private boats now

My life changed for the better with these all white Margiela's
Say what up to the fellas then hop in that all white Phantom

Middle finger to the police cause they'll hoe yo ass if you let em
If ole boy try to hoe me I might have to call my hitters

I spread the money like butter
She laying all on my covers
Diamonds straight cutters
The water just might flush ya

Swag be so terrific when I finally get that touch up
Play with me ima get you when I see you at that function

Ima fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up

Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Ima fuck it up

It's too hot
It's too hot
It's too hot (It's too hot)

It's too hot in here (It's too hot)
I need (It's too hot)
I need (It's too hot)
I need ones on every person

It's too hot to be broke
It's too hot, it's too hot to be laughing bout another hoe
It's too hot to be nice
I ain't playing with these niggas
Ima shoot it and won't think twice

It's too hot to be outside talking bout bullshit
I outgrew everyone I went to school with
I'm the one you shouldn't cross
I could pay your boss, I beat the opps

It's too hot in here (It's too hot)
I need (It's too hot)
I need
I need ones on every person
Throw that money over here
I got, I got, cash in the air

I'm about to fuck the whole club up
I'm about to turn the city up
Bottles in the club going up
If you got it on your own fuck it up

Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up



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Writer(s): John Morehead
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