Hey
Hehehehe
New Money $quad, you already know
Doughboi, J Loud, Kid 901
Gang, gang
F*ck all that other shit, listen to Wicked
I been going stupid, this shit getting sickening
Not finna front shit, I'm not finna risk it
Dope in the trunk and I'm speeding, told em' f*ck it, give me a ticket
Don't f*ck with these police niggas or these bitches
Said they gon' ride, but they the ones snitching
My shawty gon' ride for me, bro, she the realest
Hit from the back and I'm grabbing her titties
Niggas like Shaq 'cause they shoot and they missing
Wa-Wack-a-Mole pistol, you know I'mma hit 'em
My name is not socket, I'm plugging these bitches
F*ck all this rap shit, I know I'm the greatest
Say they support you, but they the ones hating
Mad 'cause they numb and these niggas complacent
Dope in the jar, do-don't give a f*ck if it's loud
You smelling that shit from afar
Kinda like Christmas, it's different, 'cause I wrap my shit in a gar
Try to hold me, LOL, need to stop
They don't know me, they don't know what I got
I got riders, doer, dyers
I got killers, Michael Myers
F*cked around, broke a young nigga jaw
He talkin' through his wires (Wires)
Do not give a f*ck, come to the gravesite, shoot that bitch up
Jolly Ranchers in my slush
No we do not give a stuck, you down on the Kid, you getting f*cked up
We in the club, we coming to get 'em
Like which one the nigga, I'm clicking on all the above
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us (No)
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
(Ayy!)
Writing my verse the same way I did Wicked
I'm up in the studio writing these lyrics (Yeah)
They call me a ghost, but not talking 'bout spirits
I'm white like the sheets, bitch, I be disappearing (Poof)
Ca-came right in on the same shit (Yeah)
I ain't gotta be famous (Yeah)
I will never be basic (Yeah)
Never been on that lame shit (Uh)
Face it, they just not on this basis
Chasing paper, stay in new places
Hating new faces, making new cases
We can't slide, hoe, I stay in shoelaces, wow
Fu-f*ckin' with Kid and they f*ckin' with Dough
And they f*ckin' with Fred and they f*ckin' with Loud
Showed 'em that shit that I wrote on the low
Now they all f*ckin' dead and not making a sound (Oh my God)
I got 'em waiting, they wait for the drop
And I'm not talkin' weight like you weighing a pound (Oh goddamn)
I just been raining, but there ain't a drop
'Cause I'm raining this nut when I came in her mouth (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know you banging, but there ain't a shot (Yeah, yeah)
So don't think that you'll make it by taking it out
Claiming you banging, but there ain't a shot
'Cause I just went so hard that it made her aroused (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I-I saw that shit that you went and just browsed (Huh?)
I saw my name while you clicking around (Huh?)
Ki-Kid 901 in the search at the top (Yeah)
Yo name ain't there, it is so damn far down (Damn)
Sum it up, NM$ coming up
So damn high, you ducks can't run it up
Fu-f*ckin' with the squad, if you be tryna f*ck with one of us (Uh)
You motherf*ckers hustle off the muscle, they can't f*ck with us (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us (No)
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
John Wick when it come to the aim
Real nigga, so I'm true to the game
When I was down, man, that bitch wanna leave me (What?)
Now I'm up, now the bitch say she need me
She praising the dick like she praising the Lord (Nasty)
Lord, forgive me, 'cause I know I been sinning
Ta-talkin' down, boy, you gon' come up missing
Secure the bag, so you know it's the mission, uh (Brrrah)
Gave her Vitamin D, it's nutrition
F*ck then I dip, man, I'm some' like magician, uh (Magic)
She nasty, she freaky, she clean up the dick like she doing the dishes (Squeaky)
My niggas, they solid, you don't want a issue
You softer than pillows, who you talking to nigga
You talking to killers, them billets hitting, got 'em dancing like Thriller, uh (Michael)
I'm the handyman, 'cause I'm drilling the pussy
A lot of pussy niggas hate me (Hate me)
'Cause I been f*ckin' on they baby (Baby)
Dick got her going crazy (What, what)
I ain't never been fugazi (Nah)
My niggas strapped like the Navy (Bow)
F*ck the talkin' shit and pay me
F*ck the talkin' shit and pay me
(Cash, bitch)
C.F.W.U Video (MV)
Performed By: New Money $quad
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Joel Jones, Josh Booker, Zach Gilliland
New Money $quad - C.F.W.U Lyrics
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Hey
Hehehehe
New Money $quad, you already know
Doughboi, J Loud, Kid 901
Gang, gang
F*ck all that other shit, listen to Wicked
I been going stupid, this shit getting sickening
Not finna front shit, I'm not finna risk it
Dope in the trunk and I'm speeding, told em' f*ck it, give me a ticket
Don't f*ck with these police niggas or these bitches
Said they gon' ride, but they the ones snitching
My shawty gon' ride for me, bro, she the realest
Hit from the back and I'm grabbing her titties
Niggas like Shaq 'cause they shoot and they missing
Wa-Wack-a-Mole pistol, you know I'mma hit 'em
My name is not socket, I'm plugging these bitches
F*ck all this rap shit, I know I'm the greatest
Say they support you, but they the ones hating
Mad 'cause they numb and these niggas complacent
Dope in the jar, do-don't give a f*ck if it's loud
You smelling that shit from afar
Kinda like Christmas, it's different, 'cause I wrap my shit in a gar
Try to hold me, LOL, need to stop
They don't know me, they don't know what I got
I got riders, doer, dyers
I got killers, Michael Myers
F*cked around, broke a young nigga jaw
He talkin' through his wires (Wires)
Do not give a f*ck, come to the gravesite, shoot that bitch up
Jolly Ranchers in my slush
No we do not give a stuck, you down on the Kid, you getting f*cked up
We in the club, we coming to get 'em
Like which one the nigga, I'm clicking on all the above
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us (No)
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
(Ayy!)
Writing my verse the same way I did Wicked
I'm up in the studio writing these lyrics (Yeah)
They call me a ghost, but not talking 'bout spirits
I'm white like the sheets, bitch, I be disappearing (Poof)
Ca-came right in on the same shit (Yeah)
I ain't gotta be famous (Yeah)
I will never be basic (Yeah)
Never been on that lame shit (Uh)
Face it, they just not on this basis
Chasing paper, stay in new places
Hating new faces, making new cases
We can't slide, hoe, I stay in shoelaces, wow
Fu-f*ckin' with Kid and they f*ckin' with Dough
And they f*ckin' with Fred and they f*ckin' with Loud
Showed 'em that shit that I wrote on the low
Now they all f*ckin' dead and not making a sound (Oh my God)
I got 'em waiting, they wait for the drop
And I'm not talkin' weight like you weighing a pound (Oh goddamn)
I just been raining, but there ain't a drop
'Cause I'm raining this nut when I came in her mouth (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know you banging, but there ain't a shot (Yeah, yeah)
So don't think that you'll make it by taking it out
Claiming you banging, but there ain't a shot
'Cause I just went so hard that it made her aroused (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I-I saw that shit that you went and just browsed (Huh?)
I saw my name while you clicking around (Huh?)
Ki-Kid 901 in the search at the top (Yeah)
Yo name ain't there, it is so damn far down (Damn)
Sum it up, NM$ coming up
So damn high, you ducks can't run it up
Fu-f*ckin' with the squad, if you be tryna f*ck with one of us (Uh)
You motherf*ckers hustle off the muscle, they can't f*ck with us (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us (No)
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
John Wick when it come to the aim
Real nigga, so I'm true to the game
When I was down, man, that bitch wanna leave me (What?)
Now I'm up, now the bitch say she need me
She praising the dick like she praising the Lord (Nasty)
Lord, forgive me, 'cause I know I been sinning
Ta-talkin' down, boy, you gon' come up missing
Secure the bag, so you know it's the mission, uh (Brrrah)
Gave her Vitamin D, it's nutrition
F*ck then I dip, man, I'm some' like magician, uh (Magic)
She nasty, she freaky, she clean up the dick like she doing the dishes (Squeaky)
My niggas, they solid, you don't want a issue
You softer than pillows, who you talking to nigga
You talking to killers, them billets hitting, got 'em dancing like Thriller, uh (Michael)
I'm the handyman, 'cause I'm drilling the pussy
A lot of pussy niggas hate me (Hate me)
'Cause I been f*ckin' on they baby (Baby)
Dick got her going crazy (What, what)
I ain't never been fugazi (Nah)
My niggas strapped like the Navy (Bow)
F*ck the talkin' shit and pay me
F*ck the talkin' shit and pay me
(Cash, bitch)
Hehehehe
New Money $quad, you already know
Doughboi, J Loud, Kid 901
Gang, gang
F*ck all that other shit, listen to Wicked
I been going stupid, this shit getting sickening
Not finna front shit, I'm not finna risk it
Dope in the trunk and I'm speeding, told em' f*ck it, give me a ticket
Don't f*ck with these police niggas or these bitches
Said they gon' ride, but they the ones snitching
My shawty gon' ride for me, bro, she the realest
Hit from the back and I'm grabbing her titties
Niggas like Shaq 'cause they shoot and they missing
Wa-Wack-a-Mole pistol, you know I'mma hit 'em
My name is not socket, I'm plugging these bitches
F*ck all this rap shit, I know I'm the greatest
Say they support you, but they the ones hating
Mad 'cause they numb and these niggas complacent
Dope in the jar, do-don't give a f*ck if it's loud
You smelling that shit from afar
Kinda like Christmas, it's different, 'cause I wrap my shit in a gar
Try to hold me, LOL, need to stop
They don't know me, they don't know what I got
I got riders, doer, dyers
I got killers, Michael Myers
F*cked around, broke a young nigga jaw
He talkin' through his wires (Wires)
Do not give a f*ck, come to the gravesite, shoot that bitch up
Jolly Ranchers in my slush
No we do not give a stuck, you down on the Kid, you getting f*cked up
We in the club, we coming to get 'em
Like which one the nigga, I'm clicking on all the above
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us (No)
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
(Ayy!)
Writing my verse the same way I did Wicked
I'm up in the studio writing these lyrics (Yeah)
They call me a ghost, but not talking 'bout spirits
I'm white like the sheets, bitch, I be disappearing (Poof)
Ca-came right in on the same shit (Yeah)
I ain't gotta be famous (Yeah)
I will never be basic (Yeah)
Never been on that lame shit (Uh)
Face it, they just not on this basis
Chasing paper, stay in new places
Hating new faces, making new cases
We can't slide, hoe, I stay in shoelaces, wow
Fu-f*ckin' with Kid and they f*ckin' with Dough
And they f*ckin' with Fred and they f*ckin' with Loud
Showed 'em that shit that I wrote on the low
Now they all f*ckin' dead and not making a sound (Oh my God)
I got 'em waiting, they wait for the drop
And I'm not talkin' weight like you weighing a pound (Oh goddamn)
I just been raining, but there ain't a drop
'Cause I'm raining this nut when I came in her mouth (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know you banging, but there ain't a shot (Yeah, yeah)
So don't think that you'll make it by taking it out
Claiming you banging, but there ain't a shot
'Cause I just went so hard that it made her aroused (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I-I saw that shit that you went and just browsed (Huh?)
I saw my name while you clicking around (Huh?)
Ki-Kid 901 in the search at the top (Yeah)
Yo name ain't there, it is so damn far down (Damn)
Sum it up, NM$ coming up
So damn high, you ducks can't run it up
Fu-f*ckin' with the squad, if you be tryna f*ck with one of us (Uh)
You motherf*ckers hustle off the muscle, they can't f*ck with us (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us (No)
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
No, they can't f*ck wit' us
John Wick when it come to the aim
Real nigga, so I'm true to the game
When I was down, man, that bitch wanna leave me (What?)
Now I'm up, now the bitch say she need me
She praising the dick like she praising the Lord (Nasty)
Lord, forgive me, 'cause I know I been sinning
Ta-talkin' down, boy, you gon' come up missing
Secure the bag, so you know it's the mission, uh (Brrrah)
Gave her Vitamin D, it's nutrition
F*ck then I dip, man, I'm some' like magician, uh (Magic)
She nasty, she freaky, she clean up the dick like she doing the dishes (Squeaky)
My niggas, they solid, you don't want a issue
You softer than pillows, who you talking to nigga
You talking to killers, them billets hitting, got 'em dancing like Thriller, uh (Michael)
I'm the handyman, 'cause I'm drilling the pussy
A lot of pussy niggas hate me (Hate me)
'Cause I been f*ckin' on they baby (Baby)
Dick got her going crazy (What, what)
I ain't never been fugazi (Nah)
My niggas strapped like the Navy (Bow)
F*ck the talkin' shit and pay me
F*ck the talkin' shit and pay me
(Cash, bitch)
Writer: Joel Jones, Josh Booker, Zach Gilliland
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid