[ Featuring Chaddanooga ]
'Boutta get all this bread, f*ck it up, uh
In the store, I got me some diamonds, uh
Yeah we up, me n Chadd' 'boutta go, uh
I f*ck it up uh, I f*ck it up, uh
F*ck it up uh, f*ck it up, yeah
F*ck it up uh, f*ck it up, uh
F*ck it up, I f*ck it up
We f*ck it up, we f*ck it up
I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
Run around the store babe, I f*ck it up
Brand new truck, hol' up, brand new tint, hol' up
I'm 'bout my paper boy, Atlanta shit
Tryna pick up on some hints, baby stop that
I can't be your man, naw stop that
Puttin' all the mans in a body bag
While I stuff the store in my Prada bag
You don't f*ck with me, but I f*ck it up
I don't f*ck with you, bitch I f*ck it up
You ain't got a bag bitch, I f*ck it up
Forgettin' what you had bitch, I f*ck it up
'Boutta get all this bread, f*ck it up, uh
In the store, I got me some diamonds, uh
Yeah we up, me n Chadd' 'boutta go, uh
I f*ck it up uh, I f*ck it up, uh
F*ck it up uh, f*ck it up, yeah
F*ck it up uh, f*ck it up, uh
F*ck it up, I f*ck it up
We f*ck it up, we f*ck it up
