f.u.p.m.
Don Ray Mc
Struggling with f.u.p.m.? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!
I get the money on the daily Yellin' f*ck you, pay me If you owe me, better pay me Go get it on the grind Bitch, I'm always gettin' mine Know I'm dressin' to shine Off the top, nigga, I'ma spit this grind I grind on the fuckin' daily Tellin' these hoes to f*ck you, pay me Never ever let you sleep All about my damn bank My kids, my money, my house A car, a bitch, a bomb I'm ballin' like a star Now you know who I am Watch me say, I'm armed Spit that shit in the kitchen Ramp it up, nigga, I really had to mention Huh, I got this game on suspense Huh, I'm all in your bitch's bitchin Huh, all up in the hills I think you called about it Thinkin' you can call me with a spliff Huh, steady duggin' on your hoe Huh, never tootin' in my nose Huh, used to have my money on the go Now I'm ridin' on your hoe like a damn AFO I ain't flexin', nigga, that ain't happenin I ain't even rappin', nigga, bout trappin Huh, let's get this money, motherfucker, let's go Huh, I'm bout to serve all your crump Huh, ridin' in the big crump If you give a f*ck, got that nine, go f*ck Bang, nigga, slayin', what you claimin' What's my name, dog? Ray Mack, nigga, slayin Huh, spit facts, I got the facts Spit facts, nigga, wanna get back and sit back Huh, tilt your hat, tilt your grill, tilt your crown Let her know, nigga, it's about to go down In the back down, he's a son of H He been around here, these hoes, they wanna hate Huh, but I'ma set it straight, Atlanta, nigga, no I'ma keep it, bitch, nigga, freestyle flow Whoa, I do it off the top Whoa, nigga, don't need to stop Pick it up, nigga, I can handle the rock, the pill Whatever you call it, nigga, make a deal Thinkin' house over here Smokin' like my old school pot, the name Jill What's the deal What's happenin', cuz What's crackin', homie Let your nigga know, I never be by my load Keep a stick with that dick hangin' out Nigga didn't even know that I'm from the south I'm from the H, the East, the Mack, the Beast The shiny old teeth, jingle bells with the crease I'm way back like Yanis, hittin' on the block Nigga didn't stop, nigga, bout to hit the fuckin' clock Put the rack into a whole box, if the hoes drop Let em know I ain't gon' stop To the fuckin' top, till I go Let em know I can flow with the pro hoes And these hoes think a nigga like a ho knows I got that money right, I got the good too I got that great, baby, bring em close to the hood
Struggling with f.u.p.m.? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"f.u.p.m. Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 30 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/12334710/Don+Ray+Mc/f.u.p.m.>.
Discuss the f.u.p.m. Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In