F.T.L.O.T.M. lyrics

[Intro: Renni Rucci]
Uh

[Verse 1: Renni Rucci]
In the drop, bags in the back
Titties out and I'm ridin' to some Kodak Black
Hit Phipps, blowin' through the racks
Ain't worried 'bout sh*t 'cause I'm 'bout to get it back
I'm a Hightown b*tch, I got street cred
Yellow b*tch and I'm thick, cornbread
Ass pokin' out this dress, I look cornfed
b*tches tryna copy me just like a bootleg
Hold up, f*ck up out my face with your face ass
Synthetic wig wearing no lace ass
di*k suckin' b*tch need some kneepads
Spillin' tea and she ain't even got no teabags
South Carolina in this b*tch, ho
Ass bouncin' in these jeans like the six-four
Bust down, you can tell how my wrist glow
Diamonds dancing in the face, disco

[Chorus: Marlo]
For the love of the money, I ain't goin' broke
I need a real b*tch to be with me and sell this dope
We get pulled over by 12, she gon' never fold
Big bags filled with cash, teach you 'bout the G code
Fine ass Renni Rucci, brother named Rico
Servin' everybody in the street, he in beast mode
f*ckin' on everybody b*tch, he in cheat mode
Gave my b*tch a hundred racks and told the b*tch to be gone
[Verse 2: Renni Rucci]
Renni Rucci on fire, on some Kelly sh*t
Gutter b*tch like Keshia, on some Belly sh*t
All eyes on me, Makaveli sh*t
Neck pain 'cause my chain on some heavy sh*t
Offset my rims like the Migos
We drink Patrón, you drink Titos
He ball on me just like D-Rose
'Cause this pus*y fat just like Cee-Lo
Cross on my chest, b*tch, I feel blessed
From the Met, Wolfpack be the set
On my name, better sprinkle some respect
Put some money on your head, shooters on deck
I gotta move like this 'cause I'm a paid b*tch
You gon' need some goggles for this wave, b*tch
Big chain like I bought it off a slave ship
King Kong, big Renni goin' apesh*t

[Chorus: Marlo]
For the love of the money, I ain't goin' broke
I need a real b*tch to be with me and sell this dope
We get pulled over by 12, she gon' never fold
Big bags filled with cash, teach you 'bout the G code
Fine ass Renni Rucci, brother named Rico
Servin' everybody in the street, he in beast mode
f*ckin' on everybody b*tch, he in cheat mode
Gave my b*tch a hundred racks and told the b*tch to be gone