F**k You (feat. YG) - Young Jeezy

Mustard on the beat hoe I'm that nigga with the plugs I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm that nigga on the back street With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga My Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock You that nigga on the low-low You the nigga You're the one that be talkin' to the popos Porsche sittin' on Forgis Niggas can't afford these The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11 I call my homies, not 911 I'm that nigga with the juice But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? I got a shorty name Texas Syn She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal We turnt up in the studio, late night That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you If you a player in the game, this should hold you And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make Did the motto, took a flight to the golden state I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out And my name too big and my gang too big Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big I'ma crush that ass even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Fat heat, run like athletes I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Nigga we street and we hood Ain't nobody ever gave us shit When you see us shinin' It's because we steady grindin' We stay paper chasin' Separatin' the real from the fake The fake from the real We livin' to die and dyin' to live Nigga, that's why we got so many women I'm tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks Bust them guts, make her cum Bitch, you know the game Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change Bitch, who do you love? Alright, hold up I done lost too many hommies in these past couple of years This shit brazy Rest in peace, my nigga CJ Mack Rest in peace, my nigga Cedar Block Frog though Rest in peace, my nigga Tiny M And last but not least, rest in peace, my nigga Big Aaron

Put your request in and get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want Yeah, I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want (We got London On Da Track) Say I'm whatever you want, yeah Tell that girl, "Give me your number" No tellin', whatever you want This dick, girl, you better be on (girl, you better be on) Talkin' my pole, the stick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Workin' that over shift (yeah, yeah, yeah) That shit that you want it, shit (yeah, yeah, yeah) Put it down, but you a lady (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah Ain't no pressure, girl, have it your way Flashin' VVS all in your face Count a million cash all in your face, yeah, yeah Smokin' wherever I wanna You know who gon' put it on ya You said we could do whatever Fuck your man, say my dick better Talkin' that pole, gon' stick, yeah Workin' that over shift, yeah Your baby with you, dealin' with you Put it down, get you a Lyft, yeah Put your request in and get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want It's no pressure, baby Yeah, I'm on whatever you want Whatever you want I'm on whatever you want It's YG 4Hunnid 'Cause I like it, I love it I show you off to the public I got you, it's nothin' This how it go when you lustin' Yeah, yeah That pussy triple X, call me, I'll be right there, right there I'm her toy, we got stories, we get buzz like yeah, like Love you for that ass you got, you love me for dinero Usually I care about that, but I don't care though Niggas treat their side pieces better than their mains for sure So she ain't trippin' off them little things, no, no, no Stop playin', girl, what's happenin'? What's happenin'? I got that paper, I want plastic Ayy, stop playin', girl what's happenin'? Hit that request button, watch it pop up like elastic, girl I'm whippin' antidote, I'm straight out the corner store I maxed the black card and I got a lot of more Fuck on the west coast, right out there on Montrose I'm 'bout to kick some shit, I ain't talkin' punts though Bentley coupes and Royces at the front door And she got a nine, ain't talkin' Rondo Got money on his head like it's a poncho (poncho) I got money like a spread, talking dangerous I spread the money on this hoe (I spread the money on this hoe) I'm bussin' all over her homework I'm 'bout to bless her with some dome, yeah (with some dome) I'm 'bout to pass her, come and give a dog a bone, yeah (sheesh) I told the bitch, It ain't no question, gon' get what you want Put your request in and get what you want What you want, baby? Girl, it's whatever you want Tell you, I got the Maybach, I can put you in the Maybach I'm on whatever you want Yeah, yeah, I mean like, what you need? An iced out Rolex? You can get that too Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want Oh, you wanna be a lady? A grown lady? You want the Rolex with no diamonds? Yeah, I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I can, I can do that, girl Yeah, say she love my type, but she know she ain't ever had this She ain't ever had it like this No I ain't her man, but I'm here when she wanna get managed Shawty know she bad but she don't even know she the baddest When it come to checks, after ass, man, I don't need the fattest I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want (We got London On Da Track)

Blueface, baby Yeah aight Bust down, Thotiana Yeah aight I wanna see you bust down Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, then slow that shit down, on the gang (Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over) Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, now slow that shit down, on the gang (Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over) Blueface, baby Yeah aight, I'm every woman's fantasy (Blueface, baby) Mama always told me I was gon' break hearts I guess it's her fault, stupid, don't be mad at me (Don't be mad at me) I wanna see you bust down (Bust down) Bend that shit over, on the gang (Yeah aight) Make that shit clap She threw it back so I had to double back On the gang (On the gang) Smackin', high off them drugs (Off them drugs) I tried tell myself two times was enough (Was enough) Then a nigga relapsed, on the dead locs Ain't no runnin', Thotiana You gon' take these damn strokes (Thotiana) I beat the pussy up, now it's a murder scene Keep shit player, Thotiana, Like you ain't never even heard of me (Blueface, baby) Bust down, Thotiana I wanna see you bust down (Bust down) Bend that shit over (Bend it over) Yeah aight, now make that shit clap On the gang (Make it clap) Now toot that thing up (Toot it up) Throw that shit back (Throw it back) I need my extras, on the dead locs Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, then slow that shit down, on the gang ( Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over) Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, now slow that shit down, On the gang (Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over) Do it still get wet? Is it tight? (4Hunnid) Butt ass naked, do it look nice? Raw dog a redbone And have a redface baby, yeah aight Feelin' on that ass tryna see what's the deal (What's the deal?) That ass shot fake, that fat chest for real Oh, you don't wanna suck dick? Ew I don't wanna fuck no more, the vibe got killed (Fuckin' bitch) Bust down, bust down, bust down (Bust it down, bitch) After you go down south, I need that uptown (Uh) Ride the dick, dirty bitch, don't stop (Don't stop) You don't know what uptown mean It's on top (Stupid bitch) Get it wet, get it wet, then get a mop Had to dick her down 'cause her ex was an opp (On the gang) Thotiana from the block Split half of that pussy with my nigga like a flock (On the gang) She in that Fashion Nova, bust down (Bust down) Let me smash in the Rover, bust down (Bust down) She fucked him, him and me, bust down (Bust down) That's a pretty lil' thing, no, that's a bust down Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Lick it up, now slurp that shit down Jerk it off, now throw that dick down, on the gang (Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over) Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, now slow that shit down On the gang (Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over)