FML Lyrics

Yuh

Is that right?

Champagne bottles and cigarettes

Limousines and private jets

Fuck my life and fuck my ex

All this cash got you upset

Run it up, count it up

A hunnid bands, can't get enough

There's more to life, there's more to love

Cuz what you think, is what you become

I been countin' checks since I was fifteen

Moonwalkin' on you bitches like it's Billie Jean

Imma spend these racks until it's empty

Cuz I got lots of that I know they envy

Feel like Mike Jones the way I'm flossin'

Ballin' on you bastards with no option

Out here poppin' tags, you window shoppin'

But imma keep on workin' while they watchin'

Life's a game, I can't lose

The coca white, but my hunnids blue

Got bad bitches, and they comin' through

At the penthouse suite, with the ocean view

Champagne bottles and cigarettes

Limousines and private jets

Fuck my life and fuck my ex

All this cash got you upset

Run it up, count it up

A hunnid bands, can't get enough

There's more to life, there's more to love

Cuz what you think, is what you become

Don't hit my line talkin' bout some drama

Baby imma cut you off like Jeffrey Dahmer

Catch me sending texts like so long, sayonara

Man I been too damn busy countin' commas

Might fuck around and speak it to existence

I know you fuckers hate to see me winnin'

Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision

Cuz I ain't tryna miss out on these millions