f*ck Dat n*gga lyrics

by

Quality Control & City Girls


[Verse 1]
Give me the cash, f*ck a wedding ring
Put some ice on my neck, cash money watch it bling, bling
Always talkin' 'bout the block hot
But you want a bad b*tch in Givenchy socks?
Make the pieces hit or n*gga Milly rock
Time up, yeah game over, shot clock
If you ain't got that bread you ain't got a shot
'Cause I'm that b*tch, yeah real hot

[Verse 2]
It's Yung Miami and I don't play with n*ggas
b*tches got jealous cause my pus*y real glitter
pus*y n*gga come correct, you better have figures
Dropped five racks and my titties got bigger
All y'all hoes be so fake
I been in the game, y'all hoes late (Tardy)
Got your baby daddy beggin' me to eat the cake
JT on the track, we ain't come to play, take off

[Verse 3]
I stay hot and ready like Lil Caesars
I need a n*gga who gon' swipe them Visas
Don't breathe on my neck, my back
If you ain't gonna cut that check
If he breakin' bread you better f*ck with that n*gga
But if he don't you better cut that n*gga
Always in my DM's, say I'm stuck up
But when I ask you for something, you say you f*cked up, hell nah

[Interlude]
You be talkin' all that fly sh*t
But you ain't really 'bout sh*t
I'm a fly b*tch, she a free b*tch
That's the difference
And all you broke, bum, crusty ass hoes
Move over

[Verse 4]
He want to f*ck with a raw b*tch
Pretty face, white teeth, not average
I need four-five M's like Savage
He want my ten, I need his new digits off his plastic
Take me to Louis, spend racks
Here b*tch, this your man, get him back
Thought he was gettin' some of this cat
Ain't sh*t sweet, I ain't having that
[Verse 5]
You want a freak, pus*y pink like bubblegum
But talk is cheap, f*ck n*gga this ain't free lunch
Keep it up, have them real n*ggas f*ck you up
Keep my own money case a lame n*gga try to cuff
Showin' off your watch, your ring
pus*y n*ggas spend your change
Showin' off your watch, your ring
f*ck n*ggas spend that change

[Verse 6]
Cough it up, n*gga show me what you 'bout
I'm the baddest lil' b*tch in the south
pus*y wetter than Miami in a drought
After you bust a check you can give a lil' mouth
It's about that time, gotta chase that check
G on swole, Snapchat my flex
Lil baby got bands so he might be next
Might take your n*gga just to spend his check

[Verse 7]
Lil n*gga gotta spend that sh*t
Can't f*ck me, boy, won't slang no di*k
You ain't got no chips, she ain't got no whips
Say you want a lil' baby, well I ain't that b*tch
'Cause you broke, and I need that check
I be up in club Liv, you be posted in the Lex'
Say you want a lil' time, well I need a lil' neck
Say he love me all the time, I don't even read the text
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