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CFWM
1,135
Hip-Hop/Rap
CFWM was released on June 27, 2025 by Thrd Eye Ent / EMPIRE as a part of the album Less is More
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Release DateJune 27, 2025
LabelThrd Eye Ent / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Money
Baby Money
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Songwriter
Donte J. Ononiewu
Donte J. Ononiewu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cam Made This
Cam Made This
Producer
Donte Made This
Donte Made This
Producer
Martain 1800it Parker
Martain 1800it Parker
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Cam made this?)
(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
[Verse 1]
Uh, my bitch got fifty, I got fifty, that's an equal knot
Pop one, I take four, okay, we even now
Everybody want some pape', I can see it now
See, everybody reachin' out, but ain't nobody reachin' out to call me
My money market lit, I been ballin'
I put a couple **** on they feet, they been crawlin'
It's somethin' on the floor, ****, you should've been called me
Told me the opp was at the store, okay, stall 'em
Go
[Chorus]
Somebody tell these **** I don't fuck with 'em
Somebody tell these bitches I don't fuck with 'em
Somebody tell these **** they can't fuck with me
Somebody tell these bitches they can't fuck with me
'42 straight out the bottle, check my watch
Somebody tell these **** they can't fuck with me
Chanel bag, she in the club in her Crocs
Somebody tell these bitches they can't fuck with her
Somebody tell these **** they can't fuck with me
Somebody tell these bitches they can't fuck with her
Somebody tell these **** they can't fuck with me
Somebody tell these bitches they can't fuck with her
[Verse 2]
Rule number one, you broke inside the club, please leave
Don't be tappin' on my shoulder, don't be askin' me for weed
Get her number if you like her, ****, never overthink
If we do some shit illegal, don't remember what you see
Better keep it with you, ****, I keep mine by the belt
Coupe should be a one-seater 'cause I'm ridin' by myself
Played me crazy back then, I was high how I felt
Yeah, them **** did me wrong, now they cryin' for some help, I'm like fuck 'em
Scared when I come around, they grab their chains, they like, "Tuck 'em"
Big kid in the jeweler, see a plain, I'm like, "Bust it"
Lost some cheese on that plane, I'm on a train with a dozen
I touch down, bitch, I'm makin' double, then I'm rollin'
[Chorus]
'42 straight out the bottle, check my watch
Somebody tell these **** they can't fuck with me
Chanel bag, she in the club in her Crocs
Somebody tell these bitches they can't fuck with her
Somebody tell these **** they can't fuck with me
Somebody tell these bitches they can't fuck with her
Somebody tell these **** they can't fuck with me
Somebody tell these bitches they can't fuck with her
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer, Donte J. Ononiewu
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