Rashad B - FYM Lyrics

When it comes to my business, I think it's funny I swear
Cause I be minding my own coolin', but my name everywhere
Talkin 'bout "He did this" and "He said that", bitch I don't really care
Cause I'll just slap a talking nigga like my name Ric Flair
They don't know who they f*ckin' wit, y'all gon' make me lose it
My old ho's and old homies did me wrong, so I'm on some new shit
These silly rappers so clueless, I make moves but I stay silent
Let me take a sec to state a couple facts before I start a riot
F*ck you mean I ain't getting money? I been bout my check bitch
F*ck you mean I ain't getting ho's? I sing and make her breathless
F*ck you mean I rap and sing, add producing to the checklist
Make an instrumental kill em, count my money to the ceiling, bet I show you who the best is
Tell a nigga that he really don't want it
Swear they got money, but they really be frontin'
Bet ya bitch know that my team be stuntin'
Why these stupid ass niggas keep pushing my buttons
I don't know man, but they need to learn the rules
I'm an April baby, but I'm far from a fool
F*ck you mean ho
Only rollin' wit the team, nigga f*ck you mean
Bad bitches good weed, nigga f*ck you mean
Get money stay paid, nigga f*ck you mean
Turn up everyday, nigga f*ck you mean
F*ck you mean, it make you feel some type of way
Is it cause my money long you feel some type of hate
F*ck you mean, damn I'm feelin' so fly today
I'm fresh and they bout to die today
So many people are living deceitful, but me, I keep it honest
Even fam and my friends wanna stab me again, don't wanna keep a promise
Well f*ck you if you don't f*ck wit me, if you do, that's real shit
Cause I've been hurt so many times that I'm numb and I don't feel shit
But I'll do it on my own if I have to, matter of fact I'll really be glad to
But fam and the people that stand with me, I planned it b, that's why we all got the same tattoo
Everybody knows that cash rules
Don't talk if you giving me bad news
Sick of what you telling me, correct em like a spelling bee
I tell em hope you helping me or bitch I ain't ask you
Tell a hater f*ck you mean I ain't on my shit
Got pills, bottles, weed and lean, I be on that shit
Her ass fat up in them jeans, so I want that shit
See I just put on for my team, bet we run it bitch
Had a music scholarship to a school or two
But that's nothin' compared to what fam, me and Pro Tools will do
Deuce show what his tool'll do, I have to school a few
My nephews foolin' crew be coolin, but we far from the usual
Only rollin' wit the team, nigga f*ck you mean
Bad bitches good weed, nigga f*ck you mean
Get money stay paid, nigga f*ck you mean
Turn up everyday, nigga f*ck you mean
F*ck you mean, it make you feel some type of way
Is it cause my money long you feel some type of hate
F*ck you mean, damn I'm feelin' so fly today
I'm fresh and they bout to die today
F*ck you mean
F*ck you mean
F*ck you mean ho