FTCU ft. Ddm & Kotic Couture Lyrics

Ahem

Strap in your seat belts

Hold onto your horses

Miss Kam is coming for the top spot

Incoming

Three

Two

One

I ain't never worried bout the spot because I got it

Ask 'em why they mad

And they 'gon tell you cause I'm poppin'

Only God can judge me I ain't fuckin' with your honor

Told 'em send the boss and I said why I would be honored

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Finally

I can do my thing and get these hatin' bitches off me

Smokin' on that

(Cough)

Got a nigga coughin'

Money too short?

I'm Kelis bitch I'm bossy

Ran it up and now I'm never worried what the cost be

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

See I am not from Harlem

But I gotta shake these niggas off

They call me sugar daddy

Way I fuckin' break these bitches off

You bitches residue

And yes I'm 'bouta scrape you bitches off

They thought they seen the light

But now I'm 'bouta make these bitches lost

Okay now I think I get it

My talent got these hoes livid

The way I d-d-d-did it

Bitch I'm the boss like I'm Diddy?

The way my coochie sit pretty

Bitch you should know he committed

I'm spittin' fax like a printer

He say relax you my dinner

I just lay back and say

"Ok you got it"

I got 'em pussy whipped

I keep that nigga in my pocket

Mhm mhm

Want me walk-in

What you talking?

He call me good mouth (Why?)

'Cause I be fuckin' flossin'

You nasty in the head for thinking I was talking 'bout the neck

I think you better use your manners with me

Hoe where yo respect?

Bitch you Gina and I'm Martin

Girl you better fuckin' step

Tell me why these bitches mad

Because I'm fuckin' up a check

Mhm mhm

I ain't never worried bout the spot because I got it

Ask 'em why they mad

And they 'gon tell you cause I'm poppin'

Only God can judge me I ain't fuckin' with your honor

Told 'em send the boss and I said why I would be honored

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Finally

I can do my thing and get these hatin' bitches off me

Smokin' on that

(Cough)

Got a nigga coughin'

Money too short?

I'm Kelis bitch I'm bossy

Ran it up and now I'm never worried what the cost be

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up (Kotic)

Better fuck that check (Yeah)

Better fuck that check up

I be on so many different levels like an elevator

Hear them talking shit

They Boosie bad

They getting hella faded

I be snapping on a beat

You bitches can't keep a cadence

I'm Top 10 Most Wanted

Lethal

Dangerous (Yikes!)

Pissing on these bitches

Pulled off on the side road

Wonder if they mad

I push bars with my eyes closed

Pressed from the pressure universe made a diamond

They be on that fake shit sounding like Dylan

Check ya vision

Look bitch I'm an icon

Love a hood nigga that click cannons like Nikons

Underground queen

Rep it like a borough

You can get this work when you off

Bitch you furloughed

I do it for the culture

Nah I ain't Cardi

My wins got they pressure up

Niggas looking salty

Dancing like Mary J. and I brush a nigga off me

I got that drip

Yeah I'm saucy (Drip)

(Drip, drip, drip)

(Drip, drip, drip)

(Drip, drip, drip)

(Drip, drip)

Wait hoe

Let me put my wig on

I'ma show y'all how to become a icon

Tap tap

Hello? Is my mic on?

The bag is Gucci Oxblood Python

Not bad for a fat bitch

And if we fucking we 'gon need a bigger mattress

Balenciaga on my feet make ya headboard squeak

I'ma straight shooter better get a towel for ya sheets (Ahh!)

My vest Kevlar

You can't stop my bag the bitch Telfar

I put niggas to work like I was HR

And have 'em shooting on my chest like a AR

Can you smell it?

You wanna taste?

Open your mouth while I put it in your face (Yup!)

'Cause bitch I'm extra

Swag on Sylvester

Ball in my court and the flow on Elektra

I ain't never worried bout the spot because I got it

Ask 'em why they mad

And they 'gon tell you cause I'm poppin'

Only God can judge me I ain't fuckin' with your honor

Told 'em send the boss and I said why I would be honored

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up (Uh!)

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up (Uh!)

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up (Uh!)

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up (Yeah!)

Finally

I can do my thing and get these hatin' bitches off me

Smokin' on that

(Cough)

Got a nigga coughin'

Money too short?

I'm Kelis bitch I'm bossy

Ran it up and now I'm never worried what the cost be

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up (Uh!)

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up (Uh!)

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up (Uh!)

Better fuck that check

Better fuck that check up (Yeah!)