Famorfood (feat. 34xxfuego)

Keep a full cup, I'm throwed, I need a sea (c) of notes, I need to re-up more, can't plea with me I'm cutthroat Keep it g to the code, solid down to the soul, knock it down domino, 10 to the ground my toes F*ck that shit, get your money up Talk that shit, they running' up That check hit, I run it up My sauce drip like honey Modern desperado Need a Marilyn Monroe We either fam or foe We ain't fam you food Before hell turn to home, I need to quit fuckin' with Lucy Always keep the chrome, but I be tuckin' my toolie Bitches know I'm a dog, but they still wanna groom me Know we all got flaws, except for all my jewelry She wanna f*ck and commentary, I won't do missionary She want me to pop her cherry, rurn that bitch to Carrie This bitch like Halle Berry, cat scratches on my back I make her sing canary I let her f*ck the team, now she want a ring I only love the green, you must be off a bean I let her f*ck the team, now she want a ring I only love the green, you must be off a bean Keep a full cup, I'm throwed, I need a sea (c) of notes, I need to re-up more, can't plea with me I'm cutthroat Keep it g to the code, solid down to the soul, knock it down domino, 10 to the ground my toes F*ck that shit, get your money up Talk that shit, they running' up That check hit, I run it up My sauce drip like, honey Modern desperado Need a Marilyn Monroe We either fam or foe We ain't fam you food You ain't faithful Team full of winners, can't lose Sign with the gang, make news My day ones, can't choose Took my old bitch, to my new hoe Lil white bitch pussy, like nuvo Stay wit' that Nina, don't move wrong Call me Fuego, but I'm frio Fuego pull up with that Mac, shots right on your back No leg shots, I'm aiming' at hats You know that, I stay with a sack Nickname my Nina, Ayesha Bitch came, wit' a Curry on her Yeah I had to throw the 30 on her, put a 30 to your jersey homie Keep a full cup, I'm throwed, I need a sea (c) of notes, I need to re-up more, can't plea with me I'm cutthroat Keep it g to the code, solid down to the soul, knock it down domino, 10 to the ground my toes F*ck that shit, get your money up Talk that shit, they running' up That check hit, I run it up My sauce drip, like honey Modern desperado Need a Marilyn Monroe We either fam or foe We ain't fam you food