F-t-m - Pass Lyrics

I don't give a f*ck what these niggas on when I'm on in your ass
Tell them niggas I don't give a f*ck, I can't come last
I need first place, bitch, I need all the dough
Talkin' like everybody told that nigga he ain't gon' blow

I don't give a f*ck, off the hip, bitch, I'm gon' score
Talkin' like everybody guarantee I'ma up the score
Put a nigga on the ground, watch that nigga crumble
Run a nigga across the field, watch that boy fumble

Pick a sack up, now he runnin' through the tunnel
If the feds knew what I did, I'd be in trouble
I'll be huntin' that bread, it get wild like a rumble
If you don't got money, promise your image gon' crumble

Pull the four, when there's two lit, I'm in trouble
Run across them niggas, then they runnin' and duckin
If you don't got money, please don't not tell me nothin
I'll be huntin' cash, you'll get fifty rich junkies

If you touch my wrist, then I'm uppin' and dumpin
Got these niggas mad, they keep huffin' and puffin
Put that boy to sleep, I just fed him some tustin
I've been touchin' bread, but my stomach keep rumblin

Like I said before, bitch, you can't tell me nothin
Ten thousand, I ain't gon' lie, it ain't nothin
Now that ain't shit, bitch
I'm smokin' gas, if I see a op, shoot him like a wood

I can't pass, I don't give a f*ck what these niggas on
When I'm on in your ass
Tell them niggas I don't give a f*ck, I can't come last
I need first place, bitch, I need all the dough

Talkin' like everybody told that nigga he ain't gon' blow
I don't give a f*ck, off the hip, bitch, I'm gon' score
Talkin' like everybody guarantee I'ma up the score