Fuck You

Me, Ass up Face down, one night only, I’m from out of town
Pound new rules, we ain’t waitin' on it and if that pussy good
We spend cake on it, plane ticket, hotel, new bag, this Chanel
Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers, If you a hater I just got 2 words
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
(Tell a hater I said)
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
And Tell yo bitch I said fuck
And them bitches that you came with, All in my section drinking
My shit, you ain’t fucking, you ain’t sucking, Whatcha doin' ho?
Instagram and taking pictures You don’t know me though. Damn, she
Say she a fan, Yea I understand but I wanna get in her pants
Cause she thick as fuck, plus she licking her tongue out. She says
She don’t fuck with rappers, I’m like whatchuu tall bout, Bitch
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
(I got 2 words for you)
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
Tell a hater I said fuck…
Haters, nigga mad at the paper
Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres
Twenty chains, ten watches, all my jewels
Lil' watch with the jest, don’t let it fool you
I could school you how to look like money
Hustler of the year, could write a book ‘bout money
Don’t pop them bottles tryna impress them hoes
Once you reupof money better tell them hoes, bitch
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that bitch I said
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that hater I said