FTCU (feat. Ddm & Kotic Couture)

Ahem Strap in your seat belts Hold onto your horses Miss Kam is coming for the top spot Incoming Three Two One I ain't never worried bout the spot because I got it Ask 'em why they mad And they 'gon tell you cause I'm poppin' Only God can judge me I ain't fuckin' with your honor Told 'em send the boss and I said why I would be honored Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Finally I can do my thing and get these hatin' bitches off me Smokin' on that (Cough) Got a nigga coughin' Money too short? I'm Kelis bitch I'm bossy Ran it up and now I'm never worried what the cost be Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up See I am not from Harlem But I gotta shake these niggas off They call me sugar daddy Way I fuckin' break these bitches off You bitches residue And yes I'm 'bouta scrape you bitches off They thought they seen the light But now I'm 'bouta make these bitches lost Okay now I think I get it My talent got these hoes livid The way I d-d-d-did it Bitch I'm the boss like I'm Diddy? The way my coochie sit pretty Bitch you should know he committed I'm spittin' fax like a printer He say relax you my dinner I just lay back and say "Ok you got it" I got 'em pussy whipped I keep that nigga in my pocket Mhm mhm Want me walk-in What you talking? He call me good mouth (Why?) 'Cause I be fuckin' flossin' You nasty in the head for thinking I was talking 'bout the neck I think you better use your manners with me Hoe where yo respect? Bitch you Gina and I'm Martin Girl you better fuckin' step Tell me why these bitches mad Because I'm fuckin' up a check Mhm mhm I ain't never worried bout the spot because I got it Ask 'em why they mad And they 'gon tell you cause I'm poppin' Only God can judge me I ain't fuckin' with your honor Told 'em send the boss and I said why I would be honored Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Finally I can do my thing and get these hatin' bitches off me Smokin' on that (Cough) Got a nigga coughin' Money too short? I'm Kelis bitch I'm bossy Ran it up and now I'm never worried what the cost be Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up (Kotic) Better fuck that check (Yeah) Better fuck that check up I be on so many different levels like an elevator Hear them talking shit They Boosie bad They getting hella faded I be snapping on a beat You bitches can't keep a cadence I'm Top 10 Most Wanted Lethal Dangerous (Yikes!) Pissing on these bitches Pulled off on the side road Wonder if they mad I push bars with my eyes closed Pressed from the pressure universe made a diamond They be on that fake shit sounding like Dylan Check ya vision Look bitch I'm an icon Love a hood nigga that click cannons like Nikons Underground queen Rep it like a borough You can get this work when you off Bitch you furloughed I do it for the culture Nah I ain't Cardi My wins got they pressure up Niggas looking salty Dancing like Mary J. and I brush a nigga off me I got that drip Yeah I'm saucy (Drip) (Drip, drip, drip) (Drip, drip, drip) (Drip, drip, drip) (Drip, drip) Wait hoe Let me put my wig on I'ma show y'all how to become a icon Tap tap Hello? Is my mic on? The bag is Gucci Oxblood Python Not bad for a fat bitch And if we fucking we 'gon need a bigger mattress Balenciaga on my feet make ya headboard squeak I'ma straight shooter better get a towel for ya sheets (Ahh!) My vest Kevlar You can't stop my bag the bitch Telfar I put niggas to work like I was HR And have 'em shooting on my chest like a AR Can you smell it? You wanna taste? Open your mouth while I put it in your face (Yup!) 'Cause bitch I'm extra Swag on Sylvester Ball in my court and the flow on Elektra I ain't never worried bout the spot because I got it Ask 'em why they mad And they 'gon tell you cause I'm poppin' Only God can judge me I ain't fuckin' with your honor Told 'em send the boss and I said why I would be honored Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up (Uh!) Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up (Uh!) Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up (Uh!) Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up (Yeah!) Finally I can do my thing and get these hatin' bitches off me Smokin' on that (Cough) Got a nigga coughin' Money too short? I'm Kelis bitch I'm bossy Ran it up and now I'm never worried what the cost be Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up (Uh!) Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up (Uh!) Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up (Uh!) Better fuck that check Better fuck that check up (Yeah!)