Fuck Up Some Commas

Smoke the first forty-eight hours

Grind twenty-two and sleep two hours

Put twenty-fours on the new Audi

White-on-white like baby powder

Drop your bitch off at Fulton County

Might count it up and then recount it

Double-cup like Tunechi, bust it down with these goonies

Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah

Go fill my cup, yeah, bitch, go fill my cup, yeah

You heard that the slums made me, I'm cool with the convicts

The coupe look like Akon, f**k all that bum shit

Fuck up some commas, let's f**k up some commas, yeah

Let's f**k up some commas, let's f**k up some commas, yeah

Forty thou' to a hun'ed thou'

A hun'ed thou', another hun'ed thou'

Three hun'ed thou, five hun'ed thou

A million, let's have a money shower

She so high, her nose bleedin', my coke clean like chlorine

Got a white girl and she barefoot in my old-school, my floors clean

Maybach that's two-tone, phone tapped, got a few phones

Headphones on my futon, gangsta on my Groupon

I don't bop, but do the money dance, nah, I call it that Robert Kraft

Your whole clique look dead broke

My young bitch said, "Roger that"

All my dogs got fox furs, teacher said I was a big dummy

Bitch better come suck my dick

These diamonds on me cost big money

Waitin' you to come just my fence

I paid the bitch off of brick money

Dade County my body count, I whack a nigga on Easter Sunday

Smoke a blunt and might eat some pussy

Tell the truth, my mind gone

Peter Jay cost one ticket, you could never be in my timezone

Boy, I came from the grind up

I never threw the towel in, even in saunas

D hat on me, bitch, it's just to remind you

I knew I was riched up before I had commas

Back when I used to pull up in that Honda

Police was behind us, I was still wakeup like I'm in the Bahamas

Fuck a money counter, boy

I count this shit up faster than the Honda

Threw a party wit' Future, that's Futurama

Got a future baby mama lookin' like a young Madonna

Mixin' wit' Rihanna, boy, I couldn't tell you where to find her

But I treat her like I'm finer

Man, y'all fucked the game up, boy, I got to reset it

I was born in '88, but I been ready since '87

No one let it, countin' up the Franklins, you got to respect it

What the f**k these niggas want from me, nigga?

She call me cause she want some company

I'm more focused on my company

If they want me, tell 'em they gon' have and hunt for me

Boy, I'm a beast, head over fireplace, nigga

I'm a product of my environment

I'm a bring her home, yeah

I'm a empirer to my empire, big as Empire, nigga

Runnin' through the city on some Young Caesar shit

Know I made a couple flips, on some Pisa pizza shit

Yeah, just know I'm livin' single on some young Khadijah shit

And I'm checkin' for the commas on some English teacher shit

Little bitch

Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah

Go fill my cup, yeah, bitch, go fill my cup, yeah

(Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah

Go fill my cup, yeah, bitch, go fill my cup, yeah)

Forty thou' to a hun'ed thou'

A hun'ed thou', another hun'ed thou'

Three hun'ed thou, five hun'ed thou

A million, let's have a money shower