FR lyrics

[Intro]
Mhm, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
My b*tch so bad, man, I think I'm in love for real (Yeah, yeah)
And my b*tch so bad, man, I think I'm in love for real (Yeah, yeah)
Know we havin' the funds and we havin' the funds for real (Yeah, yeah)
You know I get high and you know I got drugs for real (Huh, for real)
Got a Trackhawk, baby know I'm havin' that fun for real (On a Track', Track')
Redda get a lil' b*tch a lil' diamond, that's [?] a mil (Yeah)
Yeah, motherf*cker cold again, know I'm runnin' my squad (Yeah)
I want chasin' the motherf*ckin' mil'
You know I'm winnin' this sh*t when I start skip meals
You know b*tch got brеad, that b*tch got buns for real (Yeah)
And I heard shе a plug, boy, you f*ck with them nines for real
And I got funds for real (Yeah), I got bread, no deal (Yeah)
Sippin' red out a seal 'cause I earned it
Every time I'm with your baddie, I splurge
Yeah, yeah, I keep f*ckin' that ho, said it hurt
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep f*ckin' that ho on a Perc'
And these motherf*ckers mad 'cause my money, it twerk
Hundred bands on the spot, man, that sh*t was a blur (Yeah)
Know I'm havin' the bag 'cause lil' Redda a flirt (Yeah)
(Yeah) Motherf*ckers mad 'cause I'm havin' that motion, lil' b*tch, I'm gettin' that bread (Uh)
I got racks, lil' b*tch, if you ever havin' a problem, we puttin' that sh*t on your head
Bad b*tch goin' right to my di*k, to my bed
Bad b*tch, f*cked that ho in the dark, it's not lit
On a molly, I know that b*tch is so lit
She a fan, she wanna come take a lil' pic
Yeah, and he mad that I took his lil' b*tch
Can't scare me with that, put away that lil' stick
On a motherf*ckin' Xan, that b*tch on a stick
b*tch, I look like a vamp when I'm rockin' that Rick
No problem, not bad, but she know that I'm him
Not havin' big money, his racks so slim