F.T.G. - XXX Lyrics

Had to stop making excuses
Left that hoe alone then I fell in love with music
We be ballin like we hooping
Balmain on the denim we discontinued them Trueys
Im exclusive bitch I know I done changed the game
Forgiatos on the G Im gone raise the Range
Dress like skaters but we low keep it at waist
X him out thats on folk I don't be with fakes

Preme drip with the Raf
She gone bust it if you got the bag
Niggas really stressed since I dropped that track Brillo Pad
I spit straight facts and make straight racks
These niggas really mad
Im money racing no relations
Hoes pretending ass
Im Seventeen with Seven Vs
Im really in my bag
He want Race thats okay, My car really fast (Vroom)
Im bout Cake Thats a loot Skrting in the Jag
He talk cray gone toupee
Mob might kill his ass
Im okay just today I done hit for bands
Niggas fake hoes is too that shit really sad
Its okay I'm the great and I'm winning man
Off-White with the ice
Preme all in my closet
This that new tg!
Play it aint no pausin'
Money aint a thing
Hit up Saks for shopping
Big bag on the constant
Got no time for nonsense

Had to stop making excuses
Left that hoe alone then I fell in love with music
We be ballin like we hooping
Balmain on the denim we discontinued them Trueys
Im exclusive bitch I know I done changed the game
Forgiatos on the G Im gone raise the Range
Dress like skaters but we low keep it at waist
X him out thats on folk I don't be with fakes

This that Mob shit!