F.N.G.M. Lyrics

F.N.G.M. Lyrics

b**ches, get money
f**k b**ches, get money
f**k b**ches, get money
f**k b**ches, get money

I gotta see yo' b**ch, she be callin' shots
My real estate b**ch, she be sellin' lots
My jeweler b**ch keep me laced with the rocks
I hit my nail tech up, she ain't have a slot
But, my b**ch got salons
My b**ch run the Louis Vuitton
My bestie work for Tessie, sissy for Bentley
Droptop, glove box with the pink slip in it

My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money (Ah)
My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money (Ah)

Got a b**ch from out the hood, get it in out of state
Booty club, late night, she be makin' it shake
Dentist b**ch, do your teeth, I ain't talkin' 'bout Johnny
And my California b**ch come out when it's sunny
My lil' workout b**ch got a weight up
She a runner, track star, she a pacer
New York b**ch, slice ya face with a razor
And shorty always good for a favor
My b**ches get all the way live
My b**ches get dressed to the nine
My b**ches too wavy, take a dive
My b**ches got your man on they line, uh

My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money (Ah)
My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money
My b**ches get money (Ah)

f**k b**ches, get money
f**k b**ches, get money
f**k b**ches, get money
So f**k a nigga if he ever actin' funny, ah