Fuck It Lyrics

Aye real nigga speaking, aye turn up the volume

Fuck it, Tom Ford my cologne

Fuck it, Tom Ford my cologne

Fuck it, Tom Ford my cologne

Vapormax the kicks, Nike be the fit

Fuck it, Tom Ford my cologne

Vapormax the kicks, Nike be the fit

Check up in my pocket, won't find a bill that's counterfeit

I'm running through these options, I got hoes that like to switch

Gucci on her purse, fuck it, Chanel on that bitch

I'm bout to go berserk, I just think I found my niche

If it ain't making money, then to me it don't make no sense

Hop inside that foreign, with a foreign, caught a drift

Fuck it, New York in a week

I been balling hard, and I ain't even reach my peak

Working 24/8, I feel like Kobe Bean

I feel like that nigga, every time I hit the scene

Fuck it, new bitch for the day

Build a whole new roster, all them hoes just in the way

Muscle through that pain, we do that shit everyday

Them clouds going to get grey, head high walking through that rain

Fuck it, I just got to get it

Watch how I manuever, smoothly spin up on my pivot

Niggas they cant fuck with me, I knew it from the beginning

All that shit they brag about, been there, done that, did it

Why you boys be moving around here like you timid?

Brand new coupe, and I'ma push it like its rented

Turning nothing into something, making lemonade with no lemons

And my blood is steady pumping, but I still ain't got no feelings

Fuck it, that's just how I feel

A wizard with that bag, man I feel like Bradley Beal

On these niggas heels, and it is what it is

I'm shittin on all these niggas, and some shit, they got to deal

Fuck it, Tom Ford my cologne

Vapormax the kicks, Nike be the fit

Check up in my pocket, won't find a bill that's counterfeit

I'm running through these options, I got hoes that like to switch

Gucci on her purse, fuck it, Chanel on that bitch

Im bout to go berserk, I just think I found my niche

If it ain't making money, then to me it don't make no sense

Hop inside that foreign, with a foreign, caught a drift