FORNICATE

Lyrics

[Intro] First Round Man (Ha, hey, yuh, yuh) [Verse 1] Ain't no back and forth, all that talking when that rent due She gon' say she love you, but I know she love that trick too Know I'm not your baby for that Becky, I might bless you Test you, I ain't really trippin', you can have her, foo' When you get around them hoes, you be actin' cool Penny pinchin', they'll never double back for you Now your face card burnt, cold shoulders on 'em You can say what you want, I'm still steppin' on 'em [Verse 2] I'on give a fuck who like me Shawty shaking ass, wanna ride me You can bring your friends to this yacht, in Miami bitch we yikin' Jaw lock biting, she know that my life is enticin' While you was blowing up her phonе, I was beating it up like Tyson Back to back to back to back to back I pull up trucks then K24, I'm throwing racks with my lеft hand Same clan, ride with more sticks than the Taliban Get your man, he a real fan, get 'em a autograph You can hate me all that you want, I let my millions laugh Do the math, gon' add it up quick This is not no small tab, we ain't come to bullshit If you come creepin' 'round that snake pit, you get bit If you're going head first, fasho, you finna die lit Smoking so much 41, I'm higher than the pilot Know we the livest, why the brokest be the loudest? [Chorus] How you say you love me? Deep down, you demise me What I do to you to make it feel like you despise me? Shed so many tears, I cut my losses, I was grinding Fornicate that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece Fornicate that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece Orchestrate that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece Quarterback that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece Come and get this money, bae, you can be my side piece [Verse 3] Post a route on the 'gram, then I'm going Tyreek Niggas ain't having guns or butter, they just Jody Boy, we popping out in real life, ain't have no OG If it's a issue, my nigga, please come and show me Ye'ain gotta tell me that I been in that back seat for too long I been loaded up, doing push ups, getting too strong First round living lifestyle, to the tombstone Banging on my chest, by the water, like I'm King Kong She gon' tat my name, she gon' say this her favorite song Gotta keep it P, real low-key, you in that playa zone Believe that I could fly, I get geeked out my mind I count my money every time, like my name Curtis Snow Give a fuck about a ho, I'm just tryna fornicate Life's great, niggas hate Really, I can not relate I need dead presidents, like the boy Larenz Tate Put the whip on Dayton's, like Caine and O-Dog Im a menace, out in Atlanta, know I ball like Michael Penix Fly to Venice, Italy, not California Do you niggas even know the difference? I'm really me, I can't let u niggas ever get to me Won't let these penny pinchin' hoes get a cent from me It's the first round talking, why they still sleep on me? The real F.R.P Draft [Chorus] Fornicate that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece Orchestrate that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece Quarterback that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece Come and get this money, bae, you can be my side piece