French Montana - FTMU Lyrics

F*ckin' the money up
Feel like I ain't done enough
Come get your bitch back
I sent her to DR for tummy tuck
(Right Now Sound)
(Hitmaka)
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up!)

F*ckin' the money up
Feel like I ain't done enough (no)
Come get your bitch back
I sent her to DR for tummy tuck (ayy, yeah)
Ride with the big strap (ooh)
We let it go, we don't give a f*ck (f*ck)
I ain't with the chit-chat
We let it go, we don't give a f*ck (no)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up)
Ride with the big strap
We let it go, we don't give a f*ck (ooh)
Come get your bitch back
Sent her to DR for tummy tuck (yeah, ayy)

F*ckin' the money up (yeah, oh)
Pickin' your honey up (oh)
We got that new vibe (vibe)
For hunnids who blue gattas (whoa)
Like 'em with no mileage
Montega Don Dada
Clovers and sunflowers
Residue, gunpowder
Neck full of blood diamonds (ayy)
Run it up, run it up, run it up (ooh)
Talkin' you did it, you ain't done enough (ooh)
Talkin' mismatch, then we double up (ooh)
Snipe it then leave you to cuddle her (ooh)
Came with the load and I left him a tab
Left with a suit and I came with a mask (ayy)
Talkin' the plug, I'm the socket (ayy)
Caught it off the rebound like Rodman (ayy)
Chemist, I'm cookin' up (cook)
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
Crisscross, niggas playin' games (ooh), ass backwards

F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up)
Feel like I ain't done enough (feel like I ain't done enough, no)
Come get your bitch back (bitch back)
I sent her to DR for tummy tuck (tummy tuck, ayy, yeah)
Ride with the big strap (ooh)
We let it go, we don't give a f*ck (give a f*ck, f*ck)
I ain't with the chit-chat (chit-chat)
We let it go, we don't give a f*ck (ayy)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up, whoa)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up, whoa)
Ride with the big strap
We let it go, we don't give a f*ck (give a f*ck, ooh)
Come get your bitch back
Sent her to DR for tummy tuck

Montana!
Copped me a Mulsanne (han)
Top of the food chain (han)
Blocks to the Forbes list (Forbes)
Suckers the forfeit
(Ooh, he on)
Shawty is topless
(Prove me wrong)
Every summer we dropless
(Do me wrong)
F*ck all the gossip
Ayy, stepped it up couple of notches
Ayy, this on my wall a Picasso (Picasso)
Lion face or the Medusa (Medusa)
Came in the club with the Uzi (Uzi)
First year made the varsity (varsity, ayy)
Mama done raised a boss with her (boss with her, ayy)
First year like, "Yeah, who?" Montana ('Tana)
KKK, like Klu Klux Klan (Klan)
First nigga play, that's click, click, bang (bang)
Strapped from the get, niggas gettin' no change (no)
F*ckin' the money up, drop head when it's sunny up (sunny up)
Got them hoes in the loop now (loop)
Got killers in a suit now (suit)
I cook up pure with no soda (soda)
Baking diamonds flash like Kodak
Take it, bitch, free Kodak
Montana that nigga, you know that (ayy, ayy, ayy)

F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up)
Feel like I ain't done enough (feel like I ain't done enough, no)
Come get your bitch back (bitch back)
I sent her to DR for tummy tuck (tummy tuck, ayy, yeah)
Ride with the big strap (ooh)
We let it go, we don't give a f*ck (give a f*ck, f*ck)
I ain't with the chit-chat
We let it go, we don't give a f*ck (ayy)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up, whoa)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up)
F*ckin' the money up (f*ckin' the money up, whoa)
Ride with the big strap
We let it go, we don't give a f*ck (give a f*ck, ooh)
Come get your bitch back
Sent her to DR for tummy tuck (yeah)