Memo FBG Cash

[Intro: FBG Cash]
Huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Nigga, you your daddy son
Nigga, you your daddy son
Nigga, you your daddy son

[Chorus: FBG Cash]
Nigga, you your daddy son, everybody know that you a ho
Takin' pictures with them pistols that we know you'll never blow
You not really 'bout that life, you that type to fight a ho
But won't turn up with these niggas that's gon' put you in the floor
In the dirt, I'm that type to wear my victim on a shirt
I'm that type that never talk, I'd rather hit ya where it hurt
I'm that type to tote a pipe, you that type that go to church
You that type that run his mouth, I'm tryna get a nigga murked

[Verse 1: FBG Cash]
The news say they found another nigga in a dumpster
Say, "He was a dope boy," he probably was a buster
12 came and snatched us, now they askin' questions
I don't know what happеned, we don't remеmber nothin'
Scouts on me now, but I been ballin' since a freshman
When I was a sophomore, I was breakin' records
Dropped out of school, I didn't make it to a junior
I was sellin' dope to all the motherfuckin' students
Everything I know, I had to get it out the street, yeah
You was doin' math and I was breakin' down a P, yeah
Trap doin' numbers, I could never go to sleep, yeah
Started with a half, now I want the whole thing, yeah