fbg young - cutta lyrics
[intro]
(cashmoneyap)
i’m flexin’ on my ex+b+tch
she say she still love me, i just love the money
hit your brother with the cutta (huh)
i finesse the struggle (uh+yuh)
got it all off hustlin’ (uh+yea)
serve ya ass in public, b+tch (huh)
[chorus]
ayy, i don’t want no b+tch, i want some money (yeah)
i don’t trust these hoes, i love some money (uh+huh)
cook it like a butler (a butler)
serve it to my uncle (ya uncle)
f+ck a b+tch, go get some munna (huh)
this glock on me don’t rumble (do+do+do)
i’m flexin’ on my ex+b+tch (uh+yea)
shе say she still love me, i just lovе the money (b+tch)
hit your brother with the cutta, huh
i finesse the struggle, uh
got it all off hustlin’, ha
serve ya ass in public, b+tch (uh+yea)
[verse 1]
ayy, i sell that sh+t that get ya high, though (that get ya high, though)
if ya f+ckin’ with the gs, you must be high, though (what ya smokin’ on?)
bad b+tch and she say she from ohio (you from where, ho?)
if you do what i say, you can be my ho (you can be my ho)
i don’t know ya (know ya)
i don’t f+ck wit’ ya (i don’t know ya)
playin’ cray, then that chopper might just get involved (skoo+do+do, do+do+do, do+do+do)
ayy, got some mini+mes, boy, we belittle y’all (yeah, yeah)
ball hog with the stick if it’s chi+town
huh, [?] fresh out like it’s [?], huh
took off on the plug, runnin’ in a stolen hummer (i’m gone)
smokin’ dead opps, blunted ’til i can’t function
pass the b+tch like a rumor, now she f+ckin’ with my brother, ayy (b+tch)
[chorus]
ayy, i don’t want no b+tch, i want some money (i want the money)
i don’t trust these hoes, i love some money (on foe ‘nem grave)
cook it like a butler (b+tch)
serve it to my uncle (trap)
f+ck a b+tch, go get some munna
this glock on me don’t rumble
i’m flexin’ on my ex+b+tch (stupid b+tch)
she say she still love me (dumb b+tch), i just love the money (stupid b+tch)
hit your brother with the cutta, huh
i finesse the struggle, uh
got it all off hustlin’, ha
serve ya ass in public, b+tch (godumb)
[verse 2]
huh, ayy, serve ya like a waiter
grindin’ like a skater
these b+tches want my day, uh (uh+yea)
kim k and ray j her (huh)
’cause i’m ballin’, it’s a movie (yeah)
you should call a foul, double dribble with a two+piece
drippin’ sauce like ragù (ragù)
baby chop’, no taboo (taboo)
money like a soakin’ pool
no, this not a stolen coupe (stolen who?)
baby, these chanel shoes (chanel shoes)
i’ll still pull up and air at you
got the bae, no baby food
i’m lit as f+ck, b+tch, that’s my mood (uh+yea)
lean ‘im if a n+gga snooze (b+tch)
got the check and bought some jewels
and i got them pounds, too
pass ’em out to all my goons
new ar, clip half a moon
send a n+gga to the moon
feed him, he can’t eat with spoons
at his head like a jew
[chorus]
ayy, i don’t want no b+tch, i want some money
i don’t trust these hoes, i love some money
cook it like a butler
serve it to my uncle
f+ck a b+tch, go get some munna
this glock on me don’t rumble
i’m flexin’ on my ex+b+tch
she say she still love me, i just love the money
hit your brother with the cutta, huh
i finesse the struggle, uh
got it all off hustlin’, ha
serve ya ass in public, b+tch
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