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[Chorus: Reese LAFLARE] F is for FN and Fendi U 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck C for the coupe that I'm pushin' K for the stick, and it's Russian Why? 'Cause these niggas ain't nothin' O, 'cause you thought it was sweet U, 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck Y'all running out on your luck N for my niggas that's sinnin' I am the one, you can dig it Double G all on my image A for you average ass niggas Count it up, then go and spend it I am the start and the endin' Icy, we look like some blenders Fuck all you niggas, I meant it [Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE] If you call for the boss, they gon' send me I'ma ball like a pro, I ain't semi (For real) I just flew in a vibe from New Guinea (Yeah) Got a tall model bitch like a center God blessing me, restin' bible on the mantel Play, and my whoadie knock him out his sandals In the Rolls, 'bout to change my name to Johnny Phantom Thug in the back, hoggin' up all the Fantas Benny with me, got some Henny in him Butcher coming, nigga, see you runnin', nigga [?] runners, Prada sweater Icy collar, your team full of runners In that V, tote that V for Vendetta Fuck your mama, daddy, sister, goldfish, nigga If he an opp, I get you rolled on, nigga Think you hot? Well, I'm the stove top, niggas [Chorus: Reese LAFLARE] F is for FN and Fendi U 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck C for the coupe that I'm pushin' K for the stick, and it's Russian Why? 'Cause these niggas ain't nothin' O, 'cause you thought it was sweet U, 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck Y'all running out on your luck N for my niggas that's sinnin' I am the one, you can dig it Double G all on my image A for you average ass niggas Count it up, then go and spend it I am the start and the endin' Icy, we look like some blenders Fuck all you niggas, I meant it [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] Never gave into the cops, or traded in a watch Smokin' in a four-floor crib with an elevator in the spot Uh, she wanna leave? I'll never stop her That's your bitch? Then you better watch her Ask around town, had a hoe landin' downtown in a helicopter They don't want the smoke- gangrene Money young, like Wayne' team Made a million dollars independent, but my jewels look like I'm mainstream Living room full of Ace bottles Out in [?], spendin' Bape goggles 550 Benz, late model And this FN only take hollows Thirty bands for a road trip Got a bitch gone with a stiff arm 'Cause, you know how clingy all these hoes get When a nigga only puttin' on drip Yeah, I rap and I trap, nigga I just did a verse for a whole brick Still strapped like I'm on shit And I still rap like it's '06 You'll hear 'bout it- I get my shit snatched Get your mother hit, get your bitch wacked Get your son and daughter kidnapped These two Glocks on me mismatch Cutlass- we swervin' in it Your hood- we purgin' in it Fly nigga from the projects I don't rock it 'less Virgil sent it [Chorus: Reese LAFLARE & Money Makin' Nice] F is for FN and Fendi U 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck C for the coupe that I'm pushin' K for the stick, and it's Russian Why? 'Cause these niggas ain't nothin' O, 'cause you thought it was sweet U, 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck Y'all running out on your luck N for my niggas that's sinnin' I am the one, you can dig it Double G all on my image A for you average ass niggas Count it up, then go and spend it I am the start and the endin' Icy, we look like some blenders Fuck all you niggas, I meant it (Shinin') [Verse 3: Money Makin' Nique] First off, you're not a call getter Differentiate from y'all niggas I'm really him, a knot swollen like a foot Makin' hand over fist ever since I went out on a limb Wrist all in shape, it got niggas bent all out of shape I don't follow them, think I relate? Rap 'til we all got a Wraith Place your bets, so we all gotta race Bitches oughta wait, I got plenty Henny on the way I've been busy all day buyin' weight Get it as quick as I'm movin', the way this shit shakin' I might move all this in a day Get it, then skate Y'all was shooting hoops, we was dribblin' eighths Nigga, please Y'all was goin' dutch, we was spendin' this cake I'm giving D.I.C.K. to a DKNY hoe in 'back of the Tahoe And, she a lil' fly hoe, and I bust a nut right when we hit the bar, hoe Huh, holdin' on her like this shit was urgent Had my balls and racket up her tennis skirt And, I was really nervous, shit was really yankin' And I was full-scale like the skin of serpents, uh Shinin', I was picturin' them diamonds, and I'm tryna get to a Presi' Comme des Garçon me, well, it's a pile of money on me We fuckin', but she say she lesi' Niggas done counted me out, while I'm flyin' down Donnelly In a mahogany Bonneville, I might get followed with you 'Cause, it's just what I gotta do These n***** play with all kinda rules That's why- [Chorus: Reese LAFLARE] F is for FN and Fendi U 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck C for the coupe that I'm pushin' K for the stick, and it's Russian Why? 'Cause these niggas ain't nothin' O, 'cause you thought it was sweet U, 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck Y'all running out on your luck N for my niggas that's sinnin' I am the one, you can dig it Double G all on my image A for you average ass niggas Count it up, then go and spend it I am the start and the endin' Icy, we look like some blenders Fuck all you niggas, I meant it