French Montana — FTMU
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Fuckin’ the money up
Feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your bitch back
I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Hitmaka
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
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
Fuckin’ the money up
Pickin’ your honey up
We got that new vibe
For hunnids who (?)
Like it with no mileage
Montega Don Dada
(?) and sunflowers
Residue, gunpowder
Neck full of blood diamonds
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Talkin’ you did it, you ain’t done enough
Talking with spend that we double up
Sniper then leave you to cuddle up
Came with the load then I left him a tap
Left with a suit and I came with a mask
Talkin’ the plug, I’m the socket
Caught off the rebound like Rodman
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
Crisscross niggas playin’ games, ass backwards
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!
Copped me a Mulsanne
Top of the food chain
Blocks 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 the varsity
Mama done raised a boss with her
First year like, «Yeah, who?» Montana
KKK like Klu 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
Baking diamonds flash like Kodak
Take it, bitch, free Kodak
Montana that nigga, you know that
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
