fmj's ft. MJPAID Lyrics

Niggas dick sucking, bitches that be clique loving

Saying free yo mans, nigga, tell me what you did for them

All my niggas that be locked, I'ma live for them

Niggas say I'm broke, rather not, I'ma still show them

Reddit chops on the block, it get real on it

Oh shit it got the block, put a bin on it

Hella slides in the whip when we slid on him

He ain't made shit off the run, ain't no pigs on him

fuck around with gang, we gon' send you to the heaven gates

Trapping on two phones, I be feeling like I'm Kevin Gates

Feel like MJ, I got some rules I gotta regulate

Unless you wanna die, I shouldn't even have to demonstrate

I don't even rap, I just do it for the hell of it

She give a lot of face, but she always scream she celibate

I ain't popping out unless my stack big as an elephant

Blowing on this crud, got me in and out my element

You talk about the jacks, but you never out here catching em

But the thing about me, I done seen about 11 bricks

If you wanna have a sit down with me, you gotta schedule it

They say that I been tripping in this bitch, acting devilish

Nigga, where your money at? That's really what the question is

You still broke, can you really tell me what the message is

Got some niggas tripping in the field out here stretching shit

She just got a new gun, but you wouldn't even test that bitch

Hit my telly for the sauce I got methods in

In a zip car off a four finna wreck the whip

6ix9ine in that room in there telling shit

He don't never like no pics on some jealous shit

He ain't never bussed no blick, niggas celibate

He don't got no pape at the pawn trying to sell a kit

I got sauce that I'm treating like a treasure chest

Throw a band at his bitch, and go tell her fetch

Direct Deposit , five fucking bands have me feeling blessed

Funny ass nigga said I'm broke, must be Mike Epps

She a Pretty ass bitch tryna punch a bitch some Marc J

I was broke sitting on my ass till them cards came

Punches had a nigga picking up like a card game

Fmj's out the whip, make the car shake

Bluestrips hella sticky like some duct tape

Pouring out the pint, that bitch sweeter than the cupcake

You getting chump change, make it make sense (cents)

I been shitting on these niggas, know they finna have a fit

You won't even up stick, you ain't nothing but a bitch

Man, these niggas never change, niggas never on shit

Steady postin all them guns, they ain't got his own stick

Man, my whole family eating on some Corleone shit

I don't trust these niggas, they be on some other zone shit

The way I'm dogging out the whip, you'll think I stole it