Fuck It Up
Hitmaka!
Hol' up
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag and the money
Late nights (late nights), no talkin'
Pay the price when she walk in
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Ay, ay
I walked in hella fly, helicopter all on me
I told her she back it up, I keep that chopper on me
I got weed on me, I got Percs on me
Baby tell me what you drinkin'? Everything on me
I ain' trippin' off them lil' niggas way across the room
Boy I been gettin' it crackin', nigga don't you see the wounds?
I got about twenty five goons with me
So tell me how the fuck a nigga gon' hit me? Ha (right, ha)
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (bag), and the money (money)
Late nights (late nights), no talkin' (nah, ay)
Pay the price (right), when she walk in (walk in)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (fuck it up)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (fuck it up)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (fuck it up)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
(Miami)
I need a nigga with the M, huh
To match my drip, huh
I just got a Bentley and a Benz, huh
I make a rich nigga taste it (taste it)
Make him buy a Birkin bag, not Gucci 'cause they racist
I fuck with face down, ass up, baby turn cash up
Type to make a nigga dick stand up
Put it in my guts, better fuck it up (fuck it up)
Better not catch a nut, let me slurp it up
Bitch I'm raw, not basic
Ass fat but it look fatter when I'm naked
I wanna boss that's low key not too loud
When he wanna link, he send a ticket, get me flew'd out (period)
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (bag), and the money (money)
Late nights (late nights), no talkin' (nah, ay)
Pay the price (right), when she walk in (walk in)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (fuck it up)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (fuck it up)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (fuck it up)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
She gon' make ten grand, how she pop it on me
I ain't James Harden but I keep the rocket on me (bah)
I be ballin' like chef, niggas not in my league (no)
How you get so bad? 'Cause your momma a freak
Wanna be like daddy, she remind me of me
When I lick it, so sweet, whip cream on your feet
Drinkin' sex on the beach, got you wet on the ski
And your bitch send me nudes, I can't wait 'til we meet
I'm a nasty ass nigga, gorilla
Two bitches twist on my dick like a Twizzler
A nigga like me stay hot through the winter
I told her we could link, hit me up after dinner
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (bag), and the money (money)
Late nights (late nights), no talkin' (nah, ay)
Pay the price (right), when she walk in (walk in)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (fuck it up)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (fuck it up)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up (fuck it up)
Ay, she gon' fuck it up, she gon' fuck it up
Autor(es): Nick Simmons, Michael Stevenson, Caresha Brownlee, Christian Ward, Christopher Dotson, Austin Owens, James Foye