lirik lagu fbg young - cutta
[intro]
(cashmoneyap)
i’m flexin’ on my ex~b~tch
she say she still love me, i just love the money
hit your brother with the cutta (huh)
i finesse the struggle (uh~yuh)
got it all off hustlin’ (uh~yea)
serve ya ass in public, b~tch (huh)
[chorus]
ayy, i don’t want no b~tch, i want some money (yeah)
i don’t trust these hoes, i love some money (uh~huh)
cook it like a butler (a butler)
serve it to my uncle (ya uncle)
f~ck a b~tch, go get some munna (huh)
this glock on me don’t rumble (do~do~do)
i’m flexin’ on my ex~b~tch (uh~yea)
shе say she still love me, i just lovе the money (b~tch)
hit your brother with the cutta, huh
i finesse the struggle, uh
got it all off hustlin’, ha
serve ya ass in public, b~tch (uh~yea)
[verse 1]
ayy, i sell that sh~t that get ya high, though (that get ya high, though)
if ya f~ckin’ with the gs, you must be high, though (what ya smokin’ on?)
bad b~tch and she say she from ohio (you from where, ho?)
if you do what i say, you can be my ho (you can be my ho)
i don’t know ya (know ya)
i don’t f~ck wit’ ya (i don’t know ya)
playin’ cray, then that chopper might just get involved (skoo~do~do, do~do~do, do~do~do)
ayy, got some mini~mes, boy, we belittle y’all (yeah, yeah)
ball hog with the stick if it’s chi~town
huh, [?] fresh out like it’s [?], huh
took off on the plug, runnin’ in a stolen hummer (i’m gone)
smokin’ dead opps, blunted ’til i can’t function
pass the b~tch like a rumor, now she f~ckin’ with my brother, ayy (b~tch)
[chorus]
ayy, i don’t want no b~tch, i want some money (i want the money)
i don’t trust these hoes, i love some money (on foe ‘nem grave)
cook it like a butler (b~tch)
serve it to my uncle (trap)
f~ck a b~tch, go get some munna
this glock on me don’t rumble
i’m flexin’ on my ex~b~tch (stupid b~tch)
she say she still love me (dumb b~tch), i just love the money (stupid b~tch)
hit your brother with the cutta, huh
i finesse the struggle, uh
got it all off hustlin’, ha
serve ya ass in public, b~tch (godumb)
[verse 2]
huh, ayy, serve ya like a waiter
grindin’ like a skater
these b~tches want my day, uh (uh~yea)
kim k and ray j her (huh)
’cause i’m ballin’, it’s a movie (yeah)
you should call a foul, double dribble with a two~piece
drippin’ sauce like ragù (ragù)
baby chop’, no taboo (taboo)
money like a soakin’ pool
no, this not a stolen coupe (stolen who?)
baby, these chanel shoes (chanel shoes)
i’ll still pull up and air at you
got the bae, no baby food
i’m lit as f~ck, b~tch, that’s my mood (uh~yea)
lean ‘im if a n~gga snooze (b~tch)
got the check and bought some jewels
and i got them pounds, too
pass ’em out to all my goons
new ar, clip half a moon
send a n~gga to the moon
feed him, he can’t eat with spoons
at his head like a jew
[chorus]
ayy, i don’t want no b~tch, i want some money
i don’t trust these hoes, i love some money
cook it like a butler
serve it to my uncle
f~ck a b~tch, go get some munna
this glock on me don’t rumble
i’m flexin’ on my ex~b~tch
she say she still love me, i just love the money
hit your brother with the cutta, huh
i finesse the struggle, uh
got it all off hustlin’, ha
serve ya ass in public, b~tch
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