FYM lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Haha! Yeah, yeah
Rico, rico
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Came from the struggle and all it took was some patience
I'm staying humble but you'll never catch me waitin'
I dreamed of this when we was sleeping in the basement
We barely speaking now, I swear I really hate this
'Cause you the reason why I made it and the reason why I hate the sh*t
Just calling to let you know, n*gga, you ain't sh*t
On my flight, about to leave on some vacation sh*t
And I hope that you know you could've came with me
If you stayed with me, yeah
But I don't got time for the bullsh*t
Thank God I caught your ass with that new b*tch
I'd rather die than to wait on that fairytale love sh*t
I just want to see the top
Grinding, I can never stop
b*tch, I don't f*ck with no ops
I know they hate me a lot
Yeah, I know that they want my spot
These b*tches can't do what I do
These b*tches ain't from where I'm from
These b*tches can't f*ck with the kid
These b*tches ain't really on nun'
Bout my money like religion
All you b*tches ignorant copy kittens
I was just reminiscing
When I ain't even have a pot just to p*ss in
Daddy gone, yeah he in prison
Momma shuts him out the building
School don't really make a difference
Selling drugs with good intentions
Can't stop til' I'm sleeping with millions
Can't stop til' my momma got Benzes
Counting money screaming f*ck all my exes
Middle fingers up like f*ck all the fake friends
Got my money up now b*tches wanna hate me
Yeah, yeah, b*tches wanna hate me
I don't know what I did lately
Yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause when your money sky high they say you sold your soul
Rumors don't get better, they just get more bold
I see you haters coming at me, I won't fold, yeah
No, no, I won't fold, God d-

[Chorus]
God damn, stunting on my ex b*tch
God damn, all this ice on my necklace
f*ck you mean, yeah
f*ck you mean, yeah
f*ck you mean, yeah
f*ck you mean

[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause when your money sky high they say you sold your soul
Rumors don't get better, they just get more bold
I see you haters coming at me, I won't fold, yeah
No, no, b*tch, I won't fold, yeah
Haha! b*tch Yeah yeah yeah, damn

[Chorus]
God damn, flexing on my ex b*tch
God damn, all this ice on my necklace
f*ck you mean, yeah
f*ck you mean, yeah
f*ck you mean, yeah
f*ck you mean
[Outro]
Whoo! It's lit!