Fuk Em lyrics

[Intro: Birdman]
Yeah, prime time 'bout mine, n*gga
Jewelry on
Rich Gang!
Hublot
Rich Gang!
pus*y

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Golf ball in my ear, n*gga
Chains with the big thangs on 'em
Fame came to my block, n*gga
My lil' n*ggas gon' pop, n*gga
My fishtail keep curvin', n*gga
Doin' donuts, we swervin', n*gga
Gettin' money, n*gga, you heard me, n*gga
Get money, n*gga, straight servin', n*gga
Uptown, been a G 'bout mine
Came 'round, put it down 'bout mine
Got money, n*gga, been stuntin', n*gga
Big guns, n*gga, been huntin' n*ggas
Couple mil' in them ceilings, n*gga
Couple of birds in them buildings, n*gga
Switched it up and hit another town
Get money, n*gga, layin' it down
[Hook: Birdman]
f*ck 'em
f*ck 'em, yeah
f*ck 'em, yeah
f*ck 'em, yeah
f*ck 'em
Yeah

[Verse 2: Neno Calvin]
When it's time, ain't no playin', just gon' lay 'em down
Clean my mirrors, clutchin' pistols, devil stay around
Yeah I'm still on, we's 'bout breakin' Ps down
[?], b*tches pretty but they evil, but can't leave 'em
Got my reasons, woah
Pull up and drive it, I've gotta go
People be hot, I learned your spot then kick your door
Fall off for what? Yeah I'm gon' stunt
I want for nothin'
Rich Gang or nothin'
If not then f*ck 'em, mothaf*ck with me

[Hook: Birdman]
f*ck 'em
f*ck 'em, yeah
f*ck 'em, yeah
f*ck 'em, yeah
f*ck 'em
Yeah
[Verse 3: Hot Boy]
Stone ride, they stole Big G
One of the last original hot boys, that's got to be me
I've been a gangsta, don't f*ck with wangstas
In the pen with them hands, on the street I'm totin' them bangers
What's happenin', pus*y?
I don't f*ck with pussies
You can play pus*y
Make a n*gga bust your pus*y
I did fed time
I did state time
Took it like a man
And b*tch I never drop a dime, f*ck 'em

[Hook: Birdman]
f*ck 'em
f*ck 'em, yeah
f*ck 'em, yeah
f*ck 'em, yeah
f*ck 'em
Yeah

[Outro: Birdman]
You understand me?
It's just this simple, boy
I know it's a lot of sh*t, but you feel me?
Who put this sh*t together, n*gga?
Me, that's who
Who took nothin' and turned it into somethin' that started with nothin'?
Me, that's who
Who made n*ggas millionaires and they ain't have nothing' before I met 'em
And then I made 'em rich and stuff, n*gga?
Me, that's who
Who went to the penitentiary, caught 5 and had 15
And came out with 10 on paper, n*gga?
Who went uptown movin' birds, puttin' in work, gettin' in work?
Me, that's who
Who sold a billion records, n*gga?
Me, that's who
Who was 16, n*gga with a mil' cash, n*gga
Me, that's who
Rich Gang lifestyle, boy
Rich Gang!
BLAT!