FRENCH MONTANA – FTMU LYRICS

FRENCH MONTANA - FTMU LYRICS

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FTMU LYRICS – FRENCH MONTANA

[Intro]
Fu**’ the money up, feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your bi** back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Right now is all
Hitmaka (Tay Keith, f**these ni**** up!)

[Chorus]
F**’ the money up, feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your bi** back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don’t give a f**
I ain’t with the chit-chat, we let it go, we don’t give a fu**
Fu****’ the money up, f**’ the money up
Fu****’ the money up, fu**’ the money up
Ride with the big strap, wе let it go, we don’t give a fu**
Come get your bi** back, sent her to DR for tummy tuck

[Verse 1]
F****’ the money up (Yeah)
Pickin’ your honey up
We got that new vibe (What?)
For hunnids with blue collars
Like it with no mileage
Montega Don Dada
Covered in sunflowers, residue, gunpowder
Neck full of blood diamonds
Run it up, run it up, run it up (Ooh)
Talkin’ you did it, you ain’t done enough (Ooh)
Talkin’ makes bad then we double up (Ooh)
Snipe her, then leave you to cuddle up (Ooh)
Came with the load I got left from the tab
Left with a suit and I came with a mask
Talkin’ the plug, I’m the socket (Ayy)
Caught off the rebound like Rodman (Ayy)
Chemist, I’m cookin’ up
My dog, he hooded up
For a ten piece they’ll shoot your head off
Skully and suit like Sam Ross
Nah, homie, never, we ain’t the same, different tax brackets
Kris Kross ni**** playin’ games (Ooh), ass backwards

[Chorus]
Fu**’ the money up, feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your b** back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don’t give a f**
I ain’t with the chit-chat, we let it go, we don’t give a f**
Fu**n’ the money up, f**in’ the money up
F**n’ the money up, f**’ the money up
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don’t give a f**
Come get your b** back, sent her to DR for tummy tuck (Montana)

[Verse 2]
Copped me a Mulsanne (Huh?)
Top of the food chain (Huh?)
Block to the Forbes list
Suckers they forfeit (Ooh, he on)
Shawty is topless (Prove me wrong)
Every summer we droppin’ (Do me wrong)
F** all the gossip (Ayy)
Stepped it up couple of notches (Ayy)
This on my wall a Picasso
Lion face or the Medusa?
Came in the club with the Uzi
First year made it varsity
Mama done raised a boss with her
First year like, “Yeah, who Montana?”
K, K, K like Ku Klux Klan
First ni** play, that’s click-click, bang
Strapped from the get, ni** gettin’ no change
F**’ the money up, drop head when it’s sunny up
Get them hoes in the loop now, got killers in a suit now
I cook up pure with no soda
Baguette diamonds flash like Kodak
Take it, bi**** free Kodak
Montana that ni**, you know that, ha

[Chorus]
Fu****’ the money up, feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your bi** back, I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don’t give a fu**
I ain’t with the chit-chat, we let it go, we don’t give a f**
Fu****’ the money up, f**’ the money up
F****’ the money up, f**’ the money up
Ride with the big strap, we let it go, we don’t give a fu**
Come get your b** back, sent her to DR for tummy tuck

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