In da Condo lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
Nah, nah (You ain't talkin' money, that's the end of the convo)
Nah (Three b*tches givin' sloppy toppy in the condo)
($B)

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Duck]
Had to speed it up a lil' bit, I was movin' so slow
Lately, I've been gettin' a lot of attention from my old hoes
One thing them b*tches don't know is I don't want 'em no more
I can't fall for that, that's a no go
I'ma tell you how it is, I ain't gon' speak in no code
Finger f*ck that motherf*ckin' money 'til my thumb sore
You ain't talkin' money, that's the end of the convo
Three b*tches givin' sloppy toppy in the condo

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Mmm, three b*tches givin' sloppy toppy in the condo (FBG sh*t)
Mmm, three b*tches givin' sloppy toppy in the condo (FBG, b*tch, turn up)

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
b*tches on my di*k because I got a little change now
Thirsty-ass b*tches wanna hang around the gang now
Crazy, huh? b*tches wasn't f*ckin' with us when we was down
They didn't believe in us, but I bet they believe us now
Uh, woo, and I'm glad I got rid of all my old b*tches (Woo)
Huh, huh, hell nah, I would never f*ck with those b*tches (True)
Huh, I can't never f*ck with no more broke b*tches (Never)
Huh, uh, no more open open-hearted, my sh*t closed, b*tches (That sh*t old)
I just got a check and then I ran (Got that check and woo)
I ain't never goin' broke again (I promise you)
Lately, I'm treatin' b*tches like they fans (Dirty b*tch)
I won't even hold a b*tch hand (Woah, Money)
[Pre-Chorus: FBG Duck]
Had to speed it up a lil' bit, I was movin' so slow
Lately, I've been gettin' a lot of attention from my old hoes
One thing them b*tches don't know is I don't want 'em no more
I can't fall for that, that's a no go
I'ma tell you how it is, I ain't gon' speak in no code
Finger f*ck that motherf*ckin' money 'til my thumb sore
You ain't talkin' money, that's the end of the convo
Three b*tches givin' sloppy toppy in the condo

[Chorus: FBG Duck & Rooga]
Mmm, three b*tches givin' sloppy toppy in the condo
Mmm, three b*tches givin' sloppy toppy in the condo (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Rooga]
I got three bad b*tches in the loft (In the loft)
With my feet laid back like I'm a boss (Like I'm a boss)
To these hoes, I'm like light to a moth (To a moth)
And these hoes turn to dykes when they off, yeah (When they off)
I just ran into my ex-b*tch (My ex-b*tch, ugh)
For some reason, she look like the next b*tch (Look like the next b*tch)
After I f*ck, I'ma hit the exit (I'm gone)
'Cause I ain't tryna send the wrong message, ah, nah
All up in your feelings, you can leave it
Tryna spruce my mind, steady showin' me your cleavage
Told you, "Don't call my phone," b*tch, I'll text you when I need it
And I don't need advice on love, b*tch, you can keep it, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: FBG Duck]
Had to speed it up a lil' bit, I was movin' so slow
Lately, I've been gettin' a lot of attention from my old hoes
One thing them b*tches don't know is I don't want 'em no more
I can't fall for that, that's a no go
I'ma tell you how it is, I ain't gon' speak in no code
Finger f*ck that motherf*ckin' money 'til my thumb sore
You ain't talkin' money, that's the end of the convo
Three b*tches givin' sloppy toppy in the condo

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Mmm, three b*tches givin' sloppy toppy in the condo
Mmm, three b*tches givin' sloppy toppy in the condo