Fuck You (feat. Meek Mill)

Fuck you, fuck you
 Fuck you, fuck you (tell a hater I said)
 Fuck you, fuck you (pussy)
 Fuck you, fuck you (tell your bitch I said)
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 Me
 Ass up, face down
 One night only, I'm from out of town
 Pound, new rules, we ain't waiting on it
 And if that pussy good, we spend cake on it
 Plane ticket, hotel, new bag, new Chanel
 Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers
 If you a hater, I just got two words
 Fuck you, fuck you
 Fuck you, fuck you (tell a hater I said)
 Fuck you, fuck you
 Fuck you, fuck you (and tell your bitch I said)
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 You and the bitches that you came with
 All in my section drinking my shit
 You ain't fucking, you ain't sucking, what you doing, ho?
 Instagram and taking pictures, you don't know me, though
 Damn, she said she a fan
 Yeah, I understand, but I want to get in her pants
 'Cause she thick as fuck, 'cause she licking her tongue out
 She said she doesn't fuck with rappers
 And I'm like, "What you talking about, bitch?"
 Fuck you, fuck you
 Fuck you, fuck you (I got two words for you)
 Fuck you, fuck you
 Fuck you, fuck you (tell a hater I said)
 Oh, I said fuck 'em
 I don't like 'em, I don't love 'em
 When the money comes homies turn to haters, I don't trust 'em
 If the brick ain't coming with a stamp, I don't touch it
 I want that BMF with the Scorpio when I'm bustin'
 Like a bitch when she twerkin' (twerkin'), y'all niggas workin' (workin')
 Clown-ass niggas, we should put you in the circus
 In the cage with the lion, let him have you for dessert
 And testifying on your homie, took a deal, but was it worth it, nigga?
 I met this bitch, she said "My friend, she wants to fuck you"
 I like your friend, but really, though, I wanna fuck you
 And if I get my roadie, though, he gotta fuck too
 Now put your middle fingers up and scream
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 Haters, nigga mad at the paper
 Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres
 Twenty chains, ten watches, I'm a jeweler
 Lil' watch with the jest, don't let it fool you
 I could school you on how to look like money
 Hustler of the year could write a book 'bout money
 Don't pop them bottles tryna impress them hoes
 With your re-up money better tell them hoes, bitch
 Fuck you, fuck you
 Fuck you, fuck you (tell a bitch I said)
 Fuck you, fuck you
 Fuck you, fuck you (tell a hater I said)