Mr.Money - Fuck It

Lately I just been doing me
I don't really care how anybody else feel
So fuck it
Ha
Threw the money in the air like, fuck it
I get it back and imma double it
I don’t need no stylist I be like, fuck it
We in a race but I already won it
Walk with the stick like, fuck it
She wanna bag said, fuck it
Heard that bitch go around, fuck it
We only live once so, fuck it
Threw the money in the air like, fuck it
I get it back and imma double it
I don’t need no stylist I be like, fuck it
We in a race but I already won it
Walk with the stick like, fuck it
She wanna bag said, fuck it
Heard that bitch go around, fuck it
We only live once so, fuck it
They say who is the hottest they tagging me under
Got bitches all on me, your sister, your mother
I don’t got a type so they all different colors
She talk about marriage I turn to a punter
(I kicked her) Now my feet up in a Maybach
Keep posting that shit boy imma take that
Now they see that I’m up them niggas gone hate that
You ain’t do it yourself lil nigga I made that
But I’m sitting back and I’m counting my cheddar
I bought the Barretta cost more than my sweater
Your bitch keep on talking so I had to dead her
Knew it from the start as soon as I met her
I’m sippin this shit got it numbing my pain
They took away Ron this shit ain’t been the same
They think you a joke if you don’t have a chain
Shout out to the pharmacy keeping me sane
Threw the money in the air like, fuck it
I get it back and imma double it
I don’t need no stylist I be like, fuck it
We in a race but I already won it
Walk with the stick like, fuck it
She wanna bag said, fuck it
Heard that bitch go around, fuck it
We only live once so, fuck it
Threw the money in the air like, fuck it
I get it back and imma double it
I don’t need no stylist I be like, fuck it
We in a race but I already won it
Walk with the stick like, fuck it
She wanna bag said, fuck it
Heard that bitch go around, fuck it
We only live once so, fuck it
Aye let me get it
They say that they trappin’ they still serving zips
I got out her crib left kids on her lips
I get the money but stay out the mix
Kicks got C’s like I walk with a crip
Like I walk with a faucet I stay with the drip
Heard he talk to the feds then we taking a trip
I got thirty-three shots hanging off of my hip
You dm’ed that bitch stop saying you love her
Can’t go raw imma come up Usher
Stay with the Glock but I’m not undercover
Went through a pound imma need me another
Bitch I’m the last of a dying breed
I found out the truth so please do not lie to me
I’ll have your bitch in my room tryna ride me
Then I’m wiping your nose we doing him slimey
Threw the money in the air like, fuck it
I get it back and imma double it
I don’t need no stylist I be like, fuck it
We in a race but I already won it
Walk with the stick like, fuck it
She wanna bag said, fuck it
Heard that bitch go around, fuck it
We only live once so, fuck it
Threw the money in the air like, fuck it
I get it back and imma double it
I don’t need no stylist I be like, fuck it
We in a race but I already won it
Walk with the stick like, fuck it
She wanna bag said, fuck it
Heard that bitch go around, fuck it
We only live once so, fuck it
So at this point
I just be like, fuck it
I don't care what anybody gotta say
At the end of the day just do you
That's gonna make you, you at the end of the day
Not nobody else
Yeah

Written by:
Brandon Puckett

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