Jae Millz - Fuk 'Em All lyrics

[Hook: Mr. Piif] f** all these n***as, f** all these n***as I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough f** all these b**hes, f** all these b**hes I can not love ‘em, I can't cuff no hoes [Verse 1: Mr. Piif] Man I need my money and I need my respect Anything goes, man I'm riding with the set I ain't gotta front or gotta lie, we the best Or we just finessing now we jugging for the check I be on the block posted up by the street Looking for the fiend trying to bust another lick Cops on a n***a, had to run it to the dealer [?] my momma crib, let a n***a hate, god damn, god damn Y'all know I'm the man, y'all know I'm the man Girl I'm happy that you came, [?] For that p**y I'm a fiend, I'ma let her through the team I'ma let her through the gang, n***a PO10NT is a gang f**ing PO10NT to the brain, man we in a different lane When I get up out the game bet you n***as know my name [Hook: Mr. Piif] f** all these n***as, f** all these n***as I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough f** all these b**hes, f** all these b**hes I can not love ‘em, I can't cuff no hoes [Verse 2: Makarel] I'm caught up in the crossfire, a real sh** and ho sh** I came up on some work, yeah I'm trying to make the dope flip My mission is chicken, my j**elry, gun glisten Get me recognition, all the b**hes pay attention If it ain't dough I gon' miss it I'm in the club and I look like a dog Smelling like bud and I'm sipping on Moët All the b**hes know what's up, every n***a with me thug Yeah they sold d**, or they be swiping some sh** I never judge man as long as they rich I got Nate with me and he got a freak with him I got Dion with me and he got the weed with him I got Gudda with me and he got the lean with him I got Lethal with me and he got [?] [Hook: Mr. Piif] f** all these n***as, f** all these n***as I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough f** all these b**hes, f** all these b**hes I can not love ‘em, I can't cuff no hoes [Verse 3: Dave East] Started in the Jeep and I just wanna get a Ghost She keep f**ing with her nose, I guarantee she want some coke I was getting it for the low, set up shop right in the store I ain't care if it was coal, I'm just trying to get some more Pull up in a new Ferrari, make ‘em ask me how I did it Toilet paper, counting paper just in case a n***a sh**ting Started out with nothing, just a phone and I was clicking Now I'm selling n***as verses while my cuzzo selling chickens I ain't talking pot pies, KFC or Church's We could hit you and your b**h, get y'all matching hearses Couple thousand for a feature ‘cause they know it's worth it We don't do no accidents, I'm k**ing sh** on purpose, watch how I murk it Mak, Piif and Dave, hit sacks for some shades Fendi fact, pop Fendi tags, racks on your frame Pontiac for the drive by, smack while I aim Contact from the haze, contract on your brain [Hook: Mr. Piif] f** all these n***as, f** all these n***as I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough f** all these b**hes, f** all these b**hes I can not love ‘em, I can't cuff no hoes