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FNWM Video (MV)




Performed By: MoneyMosby
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: William Mosby




MoneyMosby - FNWM Lyrics
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I remember days we was chillin at the park
Look
We ain't have no weed, we passed around the cart
Huh
Everybody know i been a G since the start bruh
I can't trust you baby i can't show you what my heart does
I know a couple people who been going thru the hard times
You ain't gotta job boy you working part time
Ion need a key i need a button when i start mine
Bury me with money on my body when my heart dies
Pull up to yo crib i'm dropping weed off to yo residence
Im Born to make some money i done told em that it's evident
You Question and interrogating know you showed em evidence
You Told em where i live now you scrolling thru our messages
Smoking on this sticky feeling like im peter parker
I got Diamonds on my body i might steal somebody daughter
And this watch cost a lot so ima get one for my partner
And it's fifty in these jeans i don't wear no Mike Amiri
Ima Heavyweight champion they call me Tyson Fury
I got Gucci for the coat ,i had to make sure it was furry
Thirty bands on these jewels got me feeling like curry
And I got cookie in my joint i'm smoking oreo mcflurrys
Okay
And all i see is chedda when i'm looking thru these raybands
Im Busy making money i ain't really tryna make friends
Count this shit in cash it's the only way my day ends
I'd rather deal with counterfeit then deal with some fake friends
Bounce out with this muppet, y'all some puppets way i'm pulling strings
Take me in for questioning they know that i don't say a thing
Pretty mothaf*cka , you like the smile then lemme say cheese
Tinted on the escalade we hopping out with eight deep
This Bad bitch with slim waste she my type like Tay B
Pretty hair and pretty eyes i like it when she face me
A Fat ass and tight cooch i'll f*ck her til she hate me
A new car with dope weed I'm anywhere she take me
Pull up to yo crib i'm dropping weed off to yo residence
Im Born to make some money i done told em that it's evident
You Question and interrogating know you showed em evidence
You Told em where i live now you scrolling thru our messages
Smoking on this sticky feeling like im peter parker
I got Diamonds on my body i might steal somebody daughter
And this watch cost a lot so ima get one for my partner
And it's fifty in these jeans i don't wear no Mike Amiri
Ima Heavyweight champion they call me Tyson Fury
I got Gucci for the coat ,i had to make sure it was furry
Thirty bands on these jewels got me feeling like curry
And I got cookie in my joint i'm smoking oreo mcflurrys
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I remember days we was chillin at the park
Look
We ain't have no weed, we passed around the cart
Huh
Everybody know i been a G since the start bruh
I can't trust you baby i can't show you what my heart does
I know a couple people who been going thru the hard times
You ain't gotta job boy you working part time
Ion need a key i need a button when i start mine
Bury me with money on my body when my heart dies
Pull up to yo crib i'm dropping weed off to yo residence
Im Born to make some money i done told em that it's evident
You Question and interrogating know you showed em evidence
You Told em where i live now you scrolling thru our messages
Smoking on this sticky feeling like im peter parker
I got Diamonds on my body i might steal somebody daughter
And this watch cost a lot so ima get one for my partner
And it's fifty in these jeans i don't wear no Mike Amiri
Ima Heavyweight champion they call me Tyson Fury
I got Gucci for the coat ,i had to make sure it was furry
Thirty bands on these jewels got me feeling like curry
And I got cookie in my joint i'm smoking oreo mcflurrys
Okay
And all i see is chedda when i'm looking thru these raybands
Im Busy making money i ain't really tryna make friends
Count this shit in cash it's the only way my day ends
I'd rather deal with counterfeit then deal with some fake friends
Bounce out with this muppet, y'all some puppets way i'm pulling strings
Take me in for questioning they know that i don't say a thing
Pretty mothaf*cka , you like the smile then lemme say cheese
Tinted on the escalade we hopping out with eight deep
This Bad bitch with slim waste she my type like Tay B
Pretty hair and pretty eyes i like it when she face me
A Fat ass and tight cooch i'll f*ck her til she hate me
A new car with dope weed I'm anywhere she take me
Pull up to yo crib i'm dropping weed off to yo residence
Im Born to make some money i done told em that it's evident
You Question and interrogating know you showed em evidence
You Told em where i live now you scrolling thru our messages
Smoking on this sticky feeling like im peter parker
I got Diamonds on my body i might steal somebody daughter
And this watch cost a lot so ima get one for my partner
And it's fifty in these jeans i don't wear no Mike Amiri
Ima Heavyweight champion they call me Tyson Fury
I got Gucci for the coat ,i had to make sure it was furry
Thirty bands on these jewels got me feeling like curry
And I got cookie in my joint i'm smoking oreo mcflurrys
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Writer: William Mosby
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