C.F.W.U
New Money $quad
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Hey Hehehehe New Money $quad, you already know Doughboi, J Loud, Kid 901 Gang, gang F*ck all that other shit, listen to Wicked I been going stupid, this shit getting sickening Not finna front shit, I'm not finna risk it Dope in the trunk and I'm speeding, told em' f*ck it, give me a ticket Don't f*ck with these police niggas or these bitches Said they gon' ride, but they the ones snitching My shawty gon' ride for me, bro, she the realest Hit from the back and I'm grabbing her titties Niggas like Shaq 'cause they shoot and they missing Wa-Wack-a-Mole pistol, you know I'mma hit 'em My name is not socket, I'm plugging these bitches F*ck all this rap shit, I know I'm the greatest Say they support you, but they the ones hating Mad 'cause they numb and these niggas complacent Dope in the jar, do-don't give a f*ck if it's loud You smelling that shit from afar Kinda like Christmas, it's different, 'cause I wrap my shit in a gar Try to hold me, LOL, need to stop They don't know me, they don't know what I got I got riders, doer, dyers I got killers, Michael Myers Fucked around, broke a young nigga jaw He talkin' through his wires (Wires) Do not give a f*ck, come to the gravesite, shoot that bitch up Jolly Ranchers in my slush No we do not give a stuck, you down on the Kid, you getting fucked up We in the club, we coming to get 'em Like which one the nigga, I'm clicking on all the above No, they can't f*ck wit' us No, they can't f*ck wit' us (No) No, they can't f*ck wit' us No, they can't f*ck wit' us (Ayy!) Writing my verse the same way I did Wicked I'm up in the studio writing these lyrics (Yeah) They call me a ghost, but not talking 'bout spirits I'm white like the sheets, bitch, I be disappearing (Poof) Ca-came right in on the same shit (Yeah) I ain't gotta be famous (Yeah) I will never be basic (Yeah) Never been on that lame shit (Uh) Face it, they just not on this basis Chasing paper, stay in new places Hating new faces, making new cases We can't slide, hoe, I stay in shoelaces, wow Fu-fuckin' with Kid and they fuckin' with Dough And they fuckin' with Fred and they fuckin' with Loud Showed 'em that shit that I wrote on the low Now they all fuckin' dead and not making a sound (Oh my God) I got 'em waiting, they wait for the drop And I'm not talkin' weight like you weighing a pound (Oh goddamn) I just been raining, but there ain't a drop 'Cause I'm raining this nut when I came in her mouth (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I know you banging, but there ain't a shot (Yeah, yeah) So don't think that you'll make it by taking it out Claiming you banging, but there ain't a shot 'Cause I just went so hard that it made her aroused (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I-I saw that shit that you went and just browsed (Huh?) I saw my name while you clicking around (Huh?) Ki-Kid 901 in the search at the top (Yeah) Yo name ain't there, it is so damn far down (Damn) Sum it up, NM$ coming up So damn high, you ducks can't run it up Fu-fuckin' with the squad, if you be tryna f*ck with one of us (Uh) You motherfuckers hustle off the muscle, they can't f*ck with us (Yeah, yeah, yeah) No, they can't f*ck wit' us No, they can't f*ck wit' us (No) No, they can't f*ck wit' us No, they can't f*ck wit' us John Wick when it come to the aim Real nigga, so I'm true to the game When I was down, man, that bitch wanna leave me (What?) Now I'm up, now the bitch say she need me She praising the dick like she praising the Lord (Nasty) Lord, forgive me, 'cause I know I been sinning Ta-talkin' down, boy, you gon' come up missing Secure the bag, so you know it's the mission, uh (Brrrah) Gave her Vitamin D, it's nutrition F*ck then I dip, man, I'm some' like magician, uh (Magic) She nasty, she freaky, she clean up the dick like she doing the dishes (Squeaky) My niggas, they solid, you don't want a issue You softer than pillows, who you talking to nigga You talking to killers, them billets hitting, got 'em dancing like Thriller, uh (Michael) I'm the handyman, 'cause I'm drilling the pussy A lot of pussy niggas hate me (Hate me) 'Cause I been fuckin' on they baby (Baby) Dick got her going crazy (What, what) I ain't never been fugazi (Nah) My niggas strapped like the Navy (Bow) F*ck the talkin' shit and pay me F*ck the talkin' shit and pay me (Cash, bitch)
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Written by: Joel Jones, Josh Booker, Zach Gilliland
Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"C.F.W.U Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/4241790/New+Money+%24quad/C.F.W.U>.
Discuss the C.F.W.U Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In