French Montana – FMTU Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics FMTU – French Montana

F**kin’ the money up
Feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your b**ch back
I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Ridin’ down south, Hitmaka
Tay Keith, f**k these n**gas up

F**kin’ the money up
Feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your b**ch back
I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Ride with the big strap
We let it go, we don’t give a f**k
I ain’t with the chit-chat
We let it go, we don’t give a f**k

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F**kin’ the money up..④
Ride with the big strap
We let it go, we don’t give a f**k
Come get your b**ch back
Sent her to DR for tummy tuck

F**kin’ the money up
Pickin’ your honey up
We got that new vibe
For hunnids with blue collars
Like it with no mileage
Montega Don Dada
Covered in sunflowers, residue, gunpowder
Neck full of blood diamonds

Run it up, run it up, run it up
Talkin’ you did it, you ain’t done enough
Talkin’ makes bad then we double up
Snipe her, then leave you to cuddle up
Came with the load I got left from the tab
Left with a suit and I came with a mask
Talkin’ the plug, I’m the socket
Caught off the rebound like Rodman

Chemist, I’m cookin’ up
My dog, he hooded up
For a ten piece they’ll shoot your head off
Skully and suit like Sam Ross
Nah, homie, never, we ain’t the same
Different tax brackets
Kris Kross n**gas playin’ games
Ass backwards

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F**kin’ the money up
Feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your b**ch back
I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Ride with the big strap
We let it go, we don’t give a f**k
I ain’t with the chit-chat
We let it go, we don’t give a f**k

F**kin’ the money up..④
Ride with the big strap
We let it go, we don’t give a f**k
Come get your b**ch back
Sent her to DR for tummy tuck

Copped me a Mulsanne
Top of the food chain
Block to the Forbes list
Suckers they forfeit
Shawty is topless
Every summer we droppin’
F**k all the gossip
Stepped it up couple of notches
This on my wall a Picasso

Lion face or the Medusa
Came in the club with the Uzi
First year made it varsity
Mama done raised a boss with her
First year like, yeah, who Montana
K, K, K like Ku Klux Klan
First n**ga play, that’s click-click, bang
Strapped from the get, n**gas gettin’ no change

F**kin’ the money up
Drop head when it’s sunny up
Get them h*es in the loop now
Got killers in a suit now
I cook up pure with no soda
Baguette diamonds flash like Kodak
Take it, b**ch, free Kodak
Montana that n**ga, you know that, ha

F**kin’ the money up
Feel like I ain’t done enough
Come get your b**ch back
I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
Ride with the big strap
We let it go, we don’t give a f**k
I ain’t with the chit-chat
We let it go, we don’t give a f**k

F**kin’ the money up..④
Ride with the big strap
We let it go, we don’t give a f**k
Come get your b**ch back
Sent her to DR for tummy tuck…

➤ Written by CokeBoy Zack, French Montana & Lil Durk
Produced by Tay Keith & Hitmaka
French Montana | 2020

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