FTMU

[Intro] Fuckin' the money up, feel like I ain't done enough Come get your bitch back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck Right now is all Hitmaka (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!) [Chorus] Fuckin' the money up, feel like I ain't done enough Come get your bitch back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck I ain't with the chit-chat, we let it go, we don't give a fuck Fuckin' the money up, fuckin' the money up Fuckin' the money up, fuckin' the money up Ride with the big strap, wе let it go, we don't give a fuck Come get your bitch back, sent her to DR for tummy tuck [Verse 1] Fuckin' the money up (Yeah) Pickin' your honey up We got that new vibe (What?) For hunnids with blue collars Like it with no mileage Montega Don Dada Covered in sunflowers, residue, gunpowder Neck full of blood diamonds Run it up, run it up, run it up (Ooh) Talkin' you did it, you ain't done enough (Ooh) Talkin' makes bad then we double up (Ooh) Snipe her, then leave you to cuddle up (Ooh) Came with the load I got left from the tab Left with a suit and I came with a mask Talkin' the plug, I'm the socket (Ayy) Caught off the rebound like Rodman (Ayy) Chemist, I'm cookin' up My dog, he hooded up For a ten piece they'll shoot your head off Skully and suit like Sam Ross Nah, homie, never, we ain't the same, different tax brackets Kris Kross niggas playin' games (Ooh), ass backwards [Chorus] Fuckin' the money up, feel like I ain't done enough Come get your bitch back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck I ain't with the chit-chat, we let it go, we don't give a fuck Fuckin' the money up, fuckin' the money up Fuckin' the money up, fuckin' the money up Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck Come get your bitch back, sent her to DR for tummy tuck (Montana) [Verse 2] Copped me a Mulsanne (Huh?) Top of the food chain (Huh?) Block to the Forbes list Suckers they forfeit (Ooh, he on) Shawty is topless (Prove me wrong) Every summer we droppin' (Do me wrong) Fuck all the gossip (Ayy) Stepped it up couple of notches (Ayy) This on my wall a Picasso Lion face or the Medusa? Came in the club with the Uzi First year made it varsity Mama done raised a boss with her First year like, "Yeah, who Montana?" K, K, K like Ku Klux Klan First nigga play, that's click-click, bang Strapped from the get, niggas gettin' no change Fuckin' the money up, drop head when it's sunny up Get them hoes in the loop now, got killers in a suit now I cook up pure with no soda Baguette diamonds flash like Kodak Take it, bitch, free Kodak Montana that nigga, you know that, ha [Chorus] Fuckin' the money up, feel like I ain't done enough Come get your bitch back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck I ain't with the chit-chat, we let it go, we don't give a fuck Fuckin' the money up, fuckin' the money up Fuckin' the money up, fuckin' the money up Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don't give a fuck Come get your bitch back, sent her to DR for tummy tuck