F-U (feat. Meek Mill)

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Tell that hater I said

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Tell your bitch I said

Me, ass up, face down

One night only, I'm from out of town

Count new rules, we ain't waiting on it

And if that pussy good, it's big cake on it

Plane ticket, hotel, new bag, new Channel

Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers

If you a hater I just got two words

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Tell that hater I said

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Tell your bitch I said

You and them bitches that you came with

All in my section, drinking my shit

You ain't fucking, you ain't sucking, what you doing, hoe?

Instagram, you taking pictures, you don't know me, though

Damn, she say she a fan

Yeah, I understand but I wanna get in her pants

'Cause she thinking for, 'cause she licking her tongue out

She say she don't fuck with rappers, I'm like 'what you talking 'bout, bitch?'

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

I got two words for you

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Tell that hater I said

Oh, I said 'fuck 'em', I don't like 'em, I don't love 'em

When the money come, homies turn to haters, don't trust 'em

If the brick ain't coming with a stick I don't touch it

I want that beer medal with a scorpion when I bust her

Like a bitch when she twerking, y'all niggas working

Clown ass niggas, we should put you in the circus

In a cage with the lion, let it have you for desert

And test the fire of your army, took a dip in what you're worth it, nigga

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

I met this bitch, she said 'my friend, she wanna'

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

All in your room, but really, yo, I wanna

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

And if I hear my roadie, though, he gotta fuck, too

Now put your middle fingers up and scream

Haters, nigga mad at the paper

Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres

Twenty chains, ten watches, all my jewels

Lil' watch with the jest, don't let it fool you

I could school you how to look like money

Hustler of the year, could write a book 'bout money

Don't park, don't bother tryna impress them hoes

What you read of money better tell them hoes, bitch

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Tell that bitch I said

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Tell that hater I said