"Fr Fr" lyrics
(feat. DDG)
(That's JJ)
I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
Move from my bit, you ain't litty like me
I'm with a brown skin ting and a little lightie
I tell 'em, "Calm down, what you want, kill me?
Don't make me have to phone your auntie
I say, "Whine up your waist, your bumper
See you with the Balenciaga runners
New girl, come tell her wait in line (Line)
More time, give your name, your number, I
Don't care what the watch says, I ain't got no time (Time)
These tings come so obsessed, gotta cut, put it in drive
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Double C's with the Prada
Five goons over there in the corner
Got Louis V for the armour
Success comin' live from the gutter, oh-oh
I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
DDG, ayy, yeah
Lil' mama lookin' sexy (Yo)
I'ma leave my number with you, maybe you can text me (Yeah)
I know you'll be loyal, you not movin' like the rest be (Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm)
Don't be tellin' secrets 'bout me, baby, it get messy, I'm ready (Ooh)
Head game is deadly (Yeah)
Done with the textin', come see me directly (Ooh)
I'ma beat it up, baby, only if you let me (Beat it up)
Two more shots, baby, invite your bestie
Let's have a party, call off for work (Yeah)
I got some tings in my section at Cirque (Hmm)
Shawty not drinking 'cause she popped a Perc
Blowin' this song, play, I bet she gon' twerk
She got on
Double C's with the Prada (Yeah)
Five goons over there in the corner (Yeah)
Got Louis V for the armour (Yeah, let's go)
Success comin' live from the gutter, oh-oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills (Yeah)
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills (Yeah)
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill (Yeah)
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil (Okay)
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
Move from my bit, you ain't litty like me
I'm with a brown skin ting and a little lightie
I tell 'em, "Calm down, what you want, kill me?
Don't make me have to phone your auntie
I say, "Whine up your waist, your bumper
See you with the Balenciaga runners
New girl, come tell her wait in line (Line)
More time, give your name, your number, I
Don't care what the watch says, I ain't got no time (Time)
These tings come so obsessed, gotta cut, put it in drive
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Double C's with the Prada
Five goons over there in the corner
Got Louis V for the armour
Success comin' live from the gutter, oh-oh
I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
DDG, ayy, yeah
Lil' mama lookin' sexy (Yo)
I'ma leave my number with you, maybe you can text me (Yeah)
I know you'll be loyal, you not movin' like the rest be (Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm)
Don't be tellin' secrets 'bout me, baby, it get messy, I'm ready (Ooh)
Head game is deadly (Yeah)
Done with the textin', come see me directly (Ooh)
I'ma beat it up, baby, only if you let me (Beat it up)
Two more shots, baby, invite your bestie
Let's have a party, call off for work (Yeah)
I got some tings in my section at Cirque (Hmm)
Shawty not drinking 'cause she popped a Perc
Blowin' this song, play, I bet she gon' twerk
She got on
Double C's with the Prada (Yeah)
Five goons over there in the corner (Yeah)
Got Louis V for the armour (Yeah, let's go)
Success comin' live from the gutter, oh-oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills (Yeah)
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills (Yeah)
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill (Yeah)
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil (Okay)
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
Know I'm for real when I say it's for real, for real
