"Fuck You" lyrics
Rontae Don't Play & BLIND.SEE Lyrics
[BLIND.SEE:]
Man, I don't get it (And it's just like, what am I here for?)
Fuck you
Bitch think that I love her but I don't, she think I finna kiss her bet I won't
Tell that bitch fuck you
Why the fuck you ask mw for some cash? (huh?)
And you'll never have my fucking back (what you say?)
Fuck you
Remember when you never text my phone
But now you wanna hit me 'cause I'm on (that's weird)
Fuck you
I used to be that nigga with no cash (how you doin?)
Bitch I'm living great, I'm glad you asked
Fuck you
I won't forget the times you used to motherfuckin' play me
Bitch I'm doing good and now you motherfuckin' hang
Ask me how I feel bitch, what the fuck you think?
I've been on my rockstar shit
You ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna fucking speak
Laughing to the bank, that was really fucking weak
[Rontae Don't Play:]
I'll get the motherfuckin' bag
All of these bitches they know, they just be mad
Margiela, still got the tag
I feel as fresh as the pole
I got the pack
Fuck up then run me some racks
Ya'll get to doin' the dough
I get 'em gray
I got a bad little bitch
I did this shit on my own
Fuck you
[BLIND.SEE:]
I'm on that moshpit tryna rock shit
We don't talk about it bitch
We just fuckin' bop shit
I'm that mob shit
Fuck a job bitch
Get obnoxious
This is for the feds, we say, "Fuck the cops, bitch"
Fuck you
Bitch think that I love her but I don't, she think I finna kiss her bet I won't
Tell that bitch fuck you
Why the fuck you ask me for some cash? (huh?)
And you'll never have my fucking back (what you say?)
Fuck you
Remember when you never text my phone
But now you wanna hit me 'cause I'm on (that's weird)
Fuck you
I used to be that nigga with no cash (how you doin?)
Bitch I'm living great, I'm glad you asked
Fuck you
I won't forget the times you used to motherfuckin' play me
Bitch I'm doing good and now you motherfuckin' hang
Man, I don't get it (And it's just like, what am I here for?)
Fuck you
Bitch think that I love her but I don't, she think I finna kiss her bet I won't
Tell that bitch fuck you
Why the fuck you ask mw for some cash? (huh?)
And you'll never have my fucking back (what you say?)
Fuck you
Remember when you never text my phone
But now you wanna hit me 'cause I'm on (that's weird)
Fuck you
I used to be that nigga with no cash (how you doin?)
Bitch I'm living great, I'm glad you asked
Fuck you
I won't forget the times you used to motherfuckin' play me
Bitch I'm doing good and now you motherfuckin' hang
Ask me how I feel bitch, what the fuck you think?
I've been on my rockstar shit
You ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna fucking speak
Laughing to the bank, that was really fucking weak
[Rontae Don't Play:]
I'll get the motherfuckin' bag
All of these bitches they know, they just be mad
Margiela, still got the tag
I feel as fresh as the pole
I got the pack
Fuck up then run me some racks
Ya'll get to doin' the dough
I get 'em gray
I got a bad little bitch
I did this shit on my own
Fuck you
[BLIND.SEE:]
I'm on that moshpit tryna rock shit
We don't talk about it bitch
We just fuckin' bop shit
I'm that mob shit
Fuck a job bitch
Get obnoxious
This is for the feds, we say, "Fuck the cops, bitch"
Fuck you
Bitch think that I love her but I don't, she think I finna kiss her bet I won't
Tell that bitch fuck you
Why the fuck you ask me for some cash? (huh?)
And you'll never have my fucking back (what you say?)
Fuck you
Remember when you never text my phone
But now you wanna hit me 'cause I'm on (that's weird)
Fuck you
I used to be that nigga with no cash (how you doin?)
Bitch I'm living great, I'm glad you asked
Fuck you
I won't forget the times you used to motherfuckin' play me
Bitch I'm doing good and now you motherfuckin' hang
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Eric Upchurch
