Fuck Y'all Boys ft. 4NG3L

Money hoes and clothes , is all that's testin' for me, bae

If gettin money was a race, then y'all boys in last place, huh

Turnin' up the club when I walk in, can't look away, huh

I'm startin' to think that God made me to put y'all in y'all place

Young angel, talk your shit, y'all different, you the same, huh

Everybody comin' up, all sound the fuckin' same

Youngin', you ain't lonely, no, you ain't destroy a thing

Know some people take your top, same prices, homie, chain, huh

I know a couple people flippin' rock, they're makin' big things happen

Know a couple bums that I came up with, and it's fuckin' tragic