Fwm

Yeah my cousin got that tool he don't pump fake
Tell the server I ain't full bring the crumb cake
In the stu producer mad I got her up late

Hooks for the low send me one hundred and fifty
We Got Os coming in for a buck fifty
You the baddest in the club come here baby come fuck with me
Had to curve a few hoes on the way cuz they was too friendly
I might fuck you at the crib that don't mean you can move with me
All these hoes in my face nigga still can't choose any
Cartier your wrist and I can get you that new Givenchy
Realizing I'm that nigga yeah yeah cuz it just hit me

Niggas begging for a verse be the same ones who doubted me
Said I was wasting my time don't try to act like you proud of me
Niggas doing nine-five, Niggas earning off salary
Fuckin all these hoes just to burn a few calories
In love with this green like I'm living off celery
Ain't talking bout no money nigga fuck is you telling me?
Bro I know this ain't no shake nigga fuck is you selling me?
Takin niggas bitches they should make this a felony
Where the nigga with the lean cuz my wood ripped
She said she wanna fwm cuz I'm hood rich
Good in bed she can clean and she be cooking up good shit
Yeah this bitch so bad but I told her she a good bitch
New whip tinted out you can look in this
Niggas tryna play a verse for me Nigga what is this
Dozing off in class waking up Damn what I miss?
Who that Nigga Dripping making bangers he can never miss

Hooks for the low send me one hundred and fifty
Got Os coming in for a buck fifty
You the baddest in the club come here baby come fuck with me
Had to curve a few hoes on the way they was too friendly
I might fuck you at the crib that don't mean you can move with me
All these hoes in my face nigga still can't choose any
Cartier your wrist and I can get you that new Givenchy
Realizing I'm that nigga huh huh yeah it just hit me



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Writer(s): Donivan Tucker
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