FNT Lyrics

Yeah, top shot, I'm got sent

And I serve that nigga fent

All that money, where it went

I just spent that nigga rent

Rock out on a designer

Cause that nigga hit it lick

Fuck with that bitch, she on timing

Yeah, that bitch up on my dick

You see how the VVs is blindin

Like, damn, where that nigga went

And that skirt off of the Benz

Can't see through the cartier lens

In Japan, countin up yen

Do it just like I told you

Go on so that nigga fent

Livin' just like I posed you

(Serve it and get it again)

Can't fuck with shorty, that's the old me

Then she go fuck on my brody

Remember you came to the show, B

Now you act like you ain't know me

Pockets fat, holy moly

Bitch, that nigga like a phony

Ya tu sauve

No dinero

Jesus piece

I'm feelin' Holy

I'm fucked up, I'm slumped off the lean

I'm aiming at him with a beam

I fucked that bih

Made that bih cream

Purple denim on the jeans

Yeah, I'm bouncin' on the beat

Top shelf in my leaf

Smoke out a pound, it's for me

No, you can't smoke for the free

I'm performing overseas

All these bitches lovin' me

Fuckin' models by the beach

The money gon' turn into freaks

Tore that bitch back up from me

Cause now I'm focused on the green

Just worry about me and my team

Too busy chasing my dreams

Fuck that nigga, let him hate

Fuck on this bitch, fuck a date

Bout to go serve in some fent

Then I skirt off in the Benz

Watch how I do it again

Again and again up in the Benz

Fuckin' that bitch and her friends

Can't see through the cold of your lens

Do it just like I told you

Go and serve that nigga fit

Livin' just like I posed you

Serve it and get it again