Fuck Me Up (feat. Cardi B) [Extended Mix] - TJR

Ahhh Cardi! Turn around, fuck it all the way up Bust it down, turn around, fuck it all the way up Bust it down, turn around, fuck it—look Let's get it straight, girl, you don't need a nigga for nothin' Lookin' better every day, you got that Benjamin Button Claimin' he don't got a girl, you know niggas be frontin' You don't need no bitch comin' up to you as a woman (ayy) And you a boss, so you hate when niggas waste time (ayy) You too pretty to be paused on the FaceTime (ayy) Damn, I'm just statin' the facts You hate that like you hate when niggas tell you, "Relax" What the fuck you mean, "Relax"? You want somethin' more than just physical (word) It's been a while since you met someone original (word) You spend your time drinkin' wine in your livin' room All that good pussy, can't find the one to give it to (what?) Issa, issa shame (issa shame) You see me, see the squad, issa gang (issa gang) You see him, issa bum, issa lame (issa lame) But issa difference 'tween me and what's-his-name (ayy) I swear to God, word to Mase (ayy) I'ma drink this Henny to the face (ayy) Fuck a condom, I'ma bring saran wrap I can't let no good pussy go to waste (ayy) Back, back-backin' it up I'm the king of talkin' shit, then backin' it up (ayy) Back, back-backin' it up Throw that shit over here, girl, that's what it's for (what you say?) You know how to go and get a bag, don't you? (Ayy) You know how to make a bitch mad, don't you (Ayy) Make your ex wanna get it back, that's a fact Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy) I know how to go and get a bag, don't I (don't I) I know how to get a bitch mad, don't I (yeah) Make my ex wanna get it back, that's a fact Say it louder for the bitches in the back (ayy) Back, back-backin' it up I'm the queen of talkin' shit, then I'm backin' it up (yeah) Back, back-backin' it up Throw that money over here, nigga, That's what it's for (what you say?) Look, said I was gettin' some head, get-gettin' some head Ran down on a bitch, she almost pissed on her leg Bitches think they fuckin' with me, must be sick in the head Why don't you chill with the beef and get some chicken instead? Got the crown, shut it down, have them hype up in the 6 If she dead, let her lay won't bring no life into this bitch Lookin' this good should be a sin, you should call me cinnamon Cardi B, bad bitch, those is fuckin' synonyms We see who winnin' (see who winnin' We see who got it (see who got it) You see I'm still in the bank makin' deposits (cash) You see who switched up sides and who was solid (who was solid) You see who stuck to the code and who forgot it Talk about it, bitch You know how to go and get a bag, don't you? (Ayy) You know how to make a bitch mad, don't you (Ayy) Make your ex wanna get it back, that's a fact Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy) I know how to go and get a bag, don't I (don't I) I know how to get a bitch mad, don't I (yeah) Make my ex wanna get it back, that's a fact Say it louder for the bitches in the back (ayy) Back, back-backin' it up I'm the king of talkin' shit, then backin' it up (ayy) Back, back-backin' it up Throw that shit over here, girl, that's what it's for (what you say?)

Yeah, reporting live from the northside of litty city You fuck my bitch, I'ma keep it player I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals We gon' strike your whole motherfucking platoon, nigga Gang Bangladesh Ugh Three bad bitches, fuckin' on me Top floor at my penthouse, yeah Young rich nigga, I'm on my roll Fuckin' them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah Fuck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah Nigga play me, gon' get shot (Brr) Quarter mil' 'caine, my wrist white, woah Bust down, Patek don't tick-tock, no We got them birds in a drought I caught a plaque and they hitting it raw This life I'm living be tripping me out 'Cause I just light a flamers, be spitting in my mouth (Ew) I'ma buy a bird for a project bitch Rolls truck coming, I'ma cop that shit Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (Booty, booty, booty, booty) Every red bottom, know I got that shit Post it on the Gram, but you not that lit Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty) Fly Dubai on Emirates Only fly a mob that's with the shits All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a freak nasty hoe, and I want all bad bitches I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches (Booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty hoe, that'll grant all my wishes (Booty, booty, booty, booty) Tell her come fuck on me Tell her come fuck on me Fuck on me Tell her come fuck on me I want a freak nasty hoe, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty hoe, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah (Cardi) I bought my money ring, your's out (Woo) Red Lamborghini with the doors out (Ugh) I hit them the mall, clear stores out (Ugh) Hit it to your face, get pores out, yeah (Booty, booty, booty, booty) I been hard working and humble (But) Believe me, I've heard of the mumble (Look) I'm just gon' leave it alone (Yeah) 'Cause I would put burners to bundles Bitches are miserable, they are so typical Hating is cheap, not my material Look where I'm at, run back to years ago I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi) I do not fuck with your kind, no I do not fuck with your vibe, no I am a big, boss bitch I do not come in your size, no (Booty, booty, booty) I seen a bitch tryna switch sides (Switch) Then jump back, tryna dick ride (No) But I ain't really worried about these hoes (Huh?) 'Cause bitches are hurt, D. Rose (Yeah) Gucci bags, forty count stickin' out (Ugh) If they want the smoke, then I give it out (Ugh) I might leave my robe at your nigga house Give you two something to figure out I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick Try something new hoe, quick, quick quick Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip (Booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a freak nasty hoe, and I want all bad bitches I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches (Booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty hoe, that'll grant all my wishes (Booty, booty, booty, booty) Tell her come fuck on me Tell her come fuck on me Fuck on me Tell her come fuck on me I want a freak nasty hoe, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty hoe, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah I want a freak nasty hoe Freak, freak nasty hoe I'm in a red 'Sace robe (Robe, robe) (Booty, booty, booty, booty) I do not come in your size Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches I want a freak nasty hoe I seen a bitch go an' switch sides I want a freak nasty hoe, and I want all bad bitches I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches (Booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes (Booty, booty, booty, booty) Tell her come fuck on me Tell her come fuck on me Fuck on me Tell her come fuck on me I want a freak nasty hoe, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty hoe, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

Up, up Up (ayy), up (uh) Up, look (this is fire) Once upon a time, man, I heard that I was ugly Came from a bitch who nigga wanna fuck on me I said my face bomb, ass tight Racks stack up Shaq height Jewelry on me, flashlight I been lit since last night Hit him with that good-good Make a nigga act right Broke boys don't deserve no pussy (I know that's right!) Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you bitches fucked If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (ayy) Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck (huh) If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (woo) I could make the party hot, I could make your body rock Bitches say they fuckin' with me, chances are they probably not If I had a dick, you'd probably lick it like a lollipop Hoes speakin' Cap-enese, hit 'em with karate chop I'm forever poppin' shit, pullin' up and droppin' shit Gotta argue with him 'cause a nigga love a toxic bitch Niggas out here playin', gotta make 'em understand If ain't no ring on my finger, you ain't goin' on my 'Gram I said my face bomb, ass tight Racks stack up Shaq height (yeah) Jewelry on me, flashlight (huh) I been lit since last night (woo) Hit him with that good-good Make a nigga act right (ah) Broke boys don't deserve no pussy (I know that's right!) Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked (woo) It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you bitches fucked (woo) If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (ayy) Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (bitch) Bitches ain't fuckin' with me now and I can see why Dirty-ass, dusty-ass bitch, you got pink eye Bitches want smoke until I bring it to they doorstep Tell that bitch, "Back, back," breath smell like horse sex (ha) Put it on him now, he will never be the same (he won't) Tatt'ed on my ass 'cause I really like the pain (ah) He nutted on my butt, I said, "I'm glad that you came" If that nigga had a twin, I would let 'em run a train, woo (skrrt) Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked (woo) It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you bitches fucked (ooh) If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (woo) Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck (woo) If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh Look, gotta play it safe, huh No face, no case (hahaha)