Lola Monroe - FUTG lyrics

[Verse 1: Lola Monroe] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah On some real sh**, these b**hes ain’t f**in’ with me These n***as is lames, and they can’t f** with me Any rap b**h, with an issue come and get me Picture that, come and get me Damn I go so cold, these n***as all hot And if your circle ballin, why these n***as off block? Jockin’ a**, y’all knockin’ a** I’mma hate on a n***a just stop and ask Hate to see your body glow, like the police clothes I’m a double o blow with your boxing a** Ain’t no need for all that makeup, love you’re naturally a clown If you worked on getting your paper up, you could gradually get down All these b**hes screaming hustle, and they ain’t never seen one b**h I hustle for a dolla, ’til I ain’t ever need one Duck, duck goose, these b**hes, and make them take a seat Cause judging from my bankroll, they should really take a plea Bout to paint the Phantom pink the top off and ground get it Baddest b**h in the game is what I’m is, and I’m gonna get it [Hook: Courtney] They be askin’ where I’m goin’ All this moneys what I’ve been showin’ From the bottom’s where I came And I did it on my own Ain’t nobody give it to us Think about it every day Y’all been f**in’ up the game Y’all been f**in’ up the game Y’all been f**in’ up the game Y’all been f**in’ up the game [Verse 2: Lola Monroe] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah How they spell ‘em, yeah they wanna get with L-O-L-A Dana and the yellow bellies catch me in the yellow lambo Talkin’ on the yellow celly, all about my deli, that the ham You wonderin’ am I ’bout to k** this? Yes I am Wiz told me get ‘em, hangin portraits for they headshots Wake ‘em out they sleep, like they bed rocked Where these dust buckets come from Don’t know what these b**hes used to But I got a couple questions for you cloned out new crews Thought you f**in’ with us? Thought you f**in’ with us? One more, really thought you f**in’ with us? Never, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor… Gang [Hook: Courtney]