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CBFW Video (MV)




Performed By: FTO Sett
Featuring: Lil Baby
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Dominique Jones, Kaimon Carwell, Krishon O'Brien Gaines




FTO Sett - CBFW Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Baby ]

Ayo, Bandplay
Yeah, murder somethin'
Yeah, I'm far from that block, the trenches
Extortion, shit get ugly, that shit real

CBFW, I'm f*ckin' with wham (can't be f*cked with at all)
Don't need no security, them members secure me
Bag full of money, loaf toter
Snatch who chain? And your body get loaded (get your shit filled up)
Loaded head to toe and my pockets potato (AOB, nigga)
Bitches from a different race, say I got flavor
She got bread, ask me what I want, I want eight piece (let me get that)
Got a plug, set him up, baby, I'ma ape him (I'll stretch him)

Big boy crook move, I ain't takin' it (big boy shit)
Catch anything down bad, they ain't make it
I was stuck with the boppas, they ain't expect me to make it (I was stuck with the boppas)
I'm performin' with job play, fact stated
I done did so much dirt, it's in the crib
I'm still in the field with the cleats on (yes)
Patrollin' the red zone
The boy got the hands, I'm keepin' they (?) on
We kickin' they ass, punt 'em, headstone 'em (bah)
Headtap him three times for goin' against the homie (headtap)
He basic, he playin', that boy be jabroni
Back to back shows, I'm fiendin' for money (f*cked up)
Fifteen or better, I ain't show up for nothin'
A thirty-day run, I done ran up a hunnid (I showed up thirty times)
Call my bluff, I can break out some money
Duck duck goose, my niggas be huntin'
Ho play nigga, we don't do, hell nah
Members gettin' locked, I'm makin' they bond
Got faith in crook, he one of the ones
Top nigga, big guy, one of them dons (ayy, one of them dons, nigga)
Involved with the mafia, gettin' it done
If motion get sent, party gettin' thrown
I'm crushin' this blue-checked bitch to my song (crushin' her ass)
Off the snap, that lil bit' come out her thong (snap)

CBFW, I'm f*ckin' with wham (can't be f*cked with at all)
Don't need no security, them members secure me
Bag full of money, loaf toter
Snatch who chain? And your body get loaded (get your shit filled up)
Loaded head to toe and my pockets potato (AOB, nigga)
Bitches from a different race, say I got flavor
She got bread, ask me what I want, I want eight piece (let me get that)
Got a plug, set him up, baby, I'ma ape him (I'll stretch him)

P card all the way up, I'm pushin'
Shit so smooth, he ain't know that I'm crooked
He don't get found, I'm straight on her pussy
These type hitters, they not gon' miss
If I get mad, somethin' gettin' dropped instantly
Anything else I don't mention it
Big dog gave a nigga game, I listen
I don't talk much, I'm different
Shoutout the real ones
Know how it feel to be stuck in a tough situation, I'm never gon' fold
They put the track on the next street
They hit they block in the van with the slide door
I don't be f*ckin' with none of these maggot-ass bitches, you trip, but I fly, ho
I'm with the steppin' team, I can get whoever hit up whenever I want
This the type money you get when you fifty, I already got it, head start
They way that I'm livin', these lil' niggas curious, you know I play a big part
I know that my neighbors probably wonder what we be doin' the way we switch cars
You know they can't f*ck with me at all, yeah

CBFW, I'm f*ckin' with wham (can't be f*cked with at all)
Don't need no security, them members secure me
Bag full of money, loaf toter
Snatch who chain? And your body get loaded (get your shit filled up)
Loaded head to toe and my pockets potato (AOB, nigga)
Bitches from a different race, say I got flavor
She got bread, ask me what I want, I want eight piece (let me get that)
Got a plug, set him up, baby, I'ma ape him (I'll stretch him)

CBFW, I'm f*ckin' with wham (can't be f*cked with at all)
Don't need no security, them members secure me
Bag full of money, loaf toter
Snatch who chain? And your body get loaded (get your shit filled up)
Loaded head to toe and my pockets potato (AOB, nigga)
Bitches from a different race, say I got flavor
She got bread, ask me what I want, I want eight piece (let me get that)
Got a plug, set him up, baby, I'ma ape him (I'll stretch him)
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English

Ayo, Bandplay
Yeah, murder somethin'
Yeah, I'm far from that block, the trenches
Extortion, shit get ugly, that shit real

CBFW, I'm f*ckin' with wham (can't be f*cked with at all)
Don't need no security, them members secure me
Bag full of money, loaf toter
Snatch who chain? And your body get loaded (get your shit filled up)
Loaded head to toe and my pockets potato (AOB, nigga)
Bitches from a different race, say I got flavor
She got bread, ask me what I want, I want eight piece (let me get that)
Got a plug, set him up, baby, I'ma ape him (I'll stretch him)

Big boy crook move, I ain't takin' it (big boy shit)
Catch anything down bad, they ain't make it
I was stuck with the boppas, they ain't expect me to make it (I was stuck with the boppas)
I'm performin' with job play, fact stated
I done did so much dirt, it's in the crib
I'm still in the field with the cleats on (yes)
Patrollin' the red zone
The boy got the hands, I'm keepin' they (?) on
We kickin' they ass, punt 'em, headstone 'em (bah)
Headtap him three times for goin' against the homie (headtap)
He basic, he playin', that boy be jabroni
Back to back shows, I'm fiendin' for money (f*cked up)
Fifteen or better, I ain't show up for nothin'
A thirty-day run, I done ran up a hunnid (I showed up thirty times)
Call my bluff, I can break out some money
Duck duck goose, my niggas be huntin'
Ho play nigga, we don't do, hell nah
Members gettin' locked, I'm makin' they bond
Got faith in crook, he one of the ones
Top nigga, big guy, one of them dons (ayy, one of them dons, nigga)
Involved with the mafia, gettin' it done
If motion get sent, party gettin' thrown
I'm crushin' this blue-checked bitch to my song (crushin' her ass)
Off the snap, that lil bit' come out her thong (snap)

CBFW, I'm f*ckin' with wham (can't be f*cked with at all)
Don't need no security, them members secure me
Bag full of money, loaf toter
Snatch who chain? And your body get loaded (get your shit filled up)
Loaded head to toe and my pockets potato (AOB, nigga)
Bitches from a different race, say I got flavor
She got bread, ask me what I want, I want eight piece (let me get that)
Got a plug, set him up, baby, I'ma ape him (I'll stretch him)

P card all the way up, I'm pushin'
Shit so smooth, he ain't know that I'm crooked
He don't get found, I'm straight on her pussy
These type hitters, they not gon' miss
If I get mad, somethin' gettin' dropped instantly
Anything else I don't mention it
Big dog gave a nigga game, I listen
I don't talk much, I'm different
Shoutout the real ones
Know how it feel to be stuck in a tough situation, I'm never gon' fold
They put the track on the next street
They hit they block in the van with the slide door
I don't be f*ckin' with none of these maggot-ass bitches, you trip, but I fly, ho
I'm with the steppin' team, I can get whoever hit up whenever I want
This the type money you get when you fifty, I already got it, head start
They way that I'm livin', these lil' niggas curious, you know I play a big part
I know that my neighbors probably wonder what we be doin' the way we switch cars
You know they can't f*ck with me at all, yeah

CBFW, I'm f*ckin' with wham (can't be f*cked with at all)
Don't need no security, them members secure me
Bag full of money, loaf toter
Snatch who chain? And your body get loaded (get your shit filled up)
Loaded head to toe and my pockets potato (AOB, nigga)
Bitches from a different race, say I got flavor
She got bread, ask me what I want, I want eight piece (let me get that)
Got a plug, set him up, baby, I'ma ape him (I'll stretch him)

CBFW, I'm f*ckin' with wham (can't be f*cked with at all)
Don't need no security, them members secure me
Bag full of money, loaf toter
Snatch who chain? And your body get loaded (get your shit filled up)
Loaded head to toe and my pockets potato (AOB, nigga)
Bitches from a different race, say I got flavor
She got bread, ask me what I want, I want eight piece (let me get that)
Got a plug, set him up, baby, I'ma ape him (I'll stretch him)
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Writer: Dominique Jones, Kaimon Carwell, Krishon O'Brien Gaines
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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