F-U Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[F]Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell a hater I just said
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
And tell your bitch I just [C]said

[Verse 2]
[F]Meek
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 a cake on it
Patty cake, hotel, new bed,
new Chanel
Giuseppe sneakers, his or hers
If you a hater I just got two words

[Verse 3]
Fuck you [F]Fuck
you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell a hater I just said
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
And tell your bitch I [C]just said

[Verse 4]
[F]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,
but you don't know me though
Damn, she said that she a fan
Yea I understand,
but I want to get in her pants
'Cause she looking for,
she licking her tongue out
She said she don't fuck with rappers
I'm like what you talking about bitch?

[Verse 5]
Fuck you [F]Fuck
you
Fuck you
Fuck you
I got two words for you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell my hater [C]I said

[Verse 6]
[C]
Oh, I said [F]fuck 'em
I don't like 'em, I don't love 'em
When the money come home
It's turning haters, I don't trust 'em
If the brick ain't coming with a stick,
I don't touch 'em
Want that BMF with the Scorpio
when I'm bustin'
Like a bitch when she twerkin', y'all
niggas workin'
Clowin' 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 dip, but was it worth it nigga?
I'm in this bitch, she said my
friend she want [C]to fuck you
I like your friend, but I really [F]you know,
I wanna fuck you
And if I hit my rody he got to fuck too
[C]And put[F] your middle finger
[C]s up and scream

[Verse 7]
[F]Haters, niggas mad at the paper
Big crib, 10 car, 20 acres
20 chains, 10 watches on my jewels
Little watch with the chips,
don't let 'em fool
Nigga I can school you on how
to look like money
Hustla of the year, can write
a book about money
Don't pop them bottles,
tryna impress them ho's
With your re- up money,
better tell dem ho's bitch

[Verse 8]
Fuck you [F]Fuck
you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell a bitch I said
[Fm]Fuck you
[F]Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell my hater [C]I said
[F]