F-U

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell a hater I just said
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
And tell your bitch I just said
Meek
Ass up, face down
One night only, I’m from out of town
Pound new rules we ain’t waiting on it
And if that pussy good we spend a cake on it
Plane ticket, hotel, new bag, new Chanel
Giuseppe sneakers, his or hers
If you a hater I just got two words
You, and the bitches that you came with
All in my section drinking my shit
You ain’t fucking, you ain’t sucking what you doing ho?
Instagram and taking pictures, but you don’t know me though
Damn, she said that she a fan
Yea I understand, but I want to get in her pants
'Cause she thick as fuck and she licking her tongue out
She said she don’t fuck with rappers
And I’m like what you talking about bitch?
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
I got two words for you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell my hater I said
Oh, I said fuck you
I don’t like 'em, I don’t love 'em
When the money come home
It’s turning haters, I don’t trust 'em
If the brick ain’t coming with a stick, I don’t touch 'em
I want that BMF with the Scorpio when I’m bustin'
Like a bitch when she twerkin', y’all niggas workin'
Clowin' ass niggas, we should put you in the circus
In the cage with the lion, let him have you for dessert
And testifying on your homie, took a dip, but was it worth it nigga?
I’m in this bitch, she said my friend she want to fuck you
I like your friend, but I really you know, I wanna fuck you
And if I get my roadie though, he got to fuck too
And put your middle fingers up and scream
Haters, niggas mad at the paper
Big crib, 10 cars, 20 acres
20 chains 10 watches I’m a jeweler
Little watch with the (?) don’t let em fool ya
I can school ya how to look like money
Hustler of the year could write a book about money
Don’t pop them bottles trying to impress them hoes
With ya reup money better tell them hoes bitch
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell a bitch I said
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell my hater I said