F.Y.B - The Motto Remix lyrics

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F.Y.B - The Motto Remix lyrics

Couple hundred grand Screamin hallelujah Where my iphone Bout to call up the j**eler spend a couple racks just to make my neck cooler young gettin money bout to say young mullah show meek milli got a girl from south philly but she started callin when she found that i had a dealli im like really you just want me cuz im worth a milli funny how the money got the honeys actin so silly thats how it is is that really how it is cuz the money in my pocket color dat my eyes is money callin up my phone im like when and weere no fear run across the street blind like a deer and u better watch your dear cuz i might be somewhere near FYI this is FYB singin FYB till the day that i dea i be cuffin girls you n***as wont f bea we'll b seein trillionaire at the cribo only youngins round the hood in a limo we be up all night all night jay leno and i swear that i've been doinit since i was a little kiddo thats how ya feel how ya feel how ya feel worth 25 mill i aint 25 still like u gotta b k**in me how you be rappin so ill i just let the beat tell me how i feel young n***a waz up F for the freshest n***as on top Y for the youngest n***as on top Bfor yall boys who tryna be me i gotta new whip now im gone like a genie i i feel like im the man put our 1s up show you in our plans got guap in our pockets forget a hater last words your girl said see ya later see ya later see ya later like every day we walk up in the club we dont gotta pay girls wanna chase they say we runnin it like a foot race but we gonna win its time to start a trend oh lets do it boy my crew ha and yours a decoy i dont do d** cuz my bar is dope i treat ya girl good im an antidote we dont need promo cuz they already know tho they know what it is when they see that finger logo and we party ay day ay day ay day like a grouchie old man boy we dont really play ay day ay day we do what anybody say cant see 'em cuz the shades and the way young n***a whats up C Ra true religion jeans on bout to rock ya crossed yp chris paw you a funny lilttle n***a he haw if you dont know FYB thats what we are if your lookin for me find me in the DR Dominican Republic with a bad yellow bone ughh and the kush in the air my favorite letter the letter that come after L money everywhere like a paintball fair im a real lennord n***a 30 on my wrist got my wrist lookin retarded everywhere i go im the life of da party pre berstilla and im doin numbers like a lunch line 2 hands up n***a like a touchdown and ya girl always know when i touch down C Trillionaire whats up