French Montana - FTMU

French Montana - FTMU

Fuckin the money up, feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your bitch back, I sent her to DR for a tummy tuck

Right now is all

Fuckin the money up, feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your bitch back, I sent her to DR for a 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, I sent her to DR for a tummy tuck

Fuckin the money up, picking your honey up
We got that new vibe, for hundreds with blue collars
Like em with no mileage, Montega dun dar
Coke in the sunflowers, residue, gunpowder
Not from the blood diamonds

Run it up, run it up, run it up
Talkin you Diddy, ain’t done enough
Talkin Mase n bet that we double up,
Slap it then leave you to cuddle up
Came with a loan then I left em a tab,
Left with a suit and I came with a mask,
Talkin the plug I’m the socket,
Caught her off the rebound like Rodman
Chemist, I’m cookin up, my doggie hooded up

4 time piece, they’ll shoot your head off
Skellywood suit like Sam Ross
Nah homie, never, we ain’t the same
Different tax brackets, 
Criss cross n***a’s 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 a 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, I sent her to DR for a tummy tuck

Got me a Mulsanne, Top of the Food Chain
Blocks to the Forbes List, Suckas they forfeit
Shorty is topless, every summer we drop hits
(prove me wrong)  (do me wrong)
Fuck all the gossip, stepped it up a couple of notches
This on my wall a Picasso, Lion face or the medusa
Came in the club with a uzi, first year made varsity
Momma didn’t raise the boss tho, first year like who Montana
KKK like Ku Klux Klan, First nigga play thats Click Click Bam

Strapped from the get, hes getting no chain
Fuckin the Money up, Drop Head when the Sunny Up
Got them hoes in the loop now, Got killas in a suit now
I cook up pure with no soda, bakin down his flashlight 
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 a 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, I sent her to DR for a tummy tuck