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facts - fmb dz lyrics

[intro]
huh
huh
yeah, the fast money way
hmm, huh, yeah
huh, yeah
(damjonboi)
yeah

[chorus]
b*tch, i speak the facts (facts), and i keep some racks (yeah)
no less than forty thousand on me when i walk in saks
i mix the wocky with the red, this sh*t taste like act’
that b*tch was sloppy with the head, oh man, i sent her back
i just might pull up in that benz with no roof attached
do the chanel off the dior, this sh*t don’t even match
mike amiris tight as h*ll, but they hold fifty racks
i ain’t never did a situp, but i pushed the packs

[verse 1]
i see your b*tch lookin’, she see my chain dancin’
but i’ma one night her, it ain’t no romancin’ (nah)
f*ck buyin’ jewelry, i got enough fashion
it’s time to run this sh*t up and make some smart advancements
i got gang with me, it ain’t no pressin’ (nah)
skis gon’ bust a n*gga head, that ain’t no question
airbnb big as h*ll, got your ho naked
chopsticks sittin’ on the floor, told lil’ bro rack it
back to business, b*tch, i’m five for five, i’ma keep flexin’
cut a big brick down the middle like a c*section
i be in the tail with real n*ggas in the g section
you be in the club with broke b*tches in the cheap section (yeah)
[chorus]
b*tch, i speak the facts (facts), and i keep some racks (racks)
no less than forty thousand on me when i walk in saks
i mix the wocky with the red, this sh*t taste like act’
that b*tch was sloppy with the head, oh man, i sent her back
i just might pull up in that benz with no roof attached
do the chanel off the dior, this sh*t don’t even match
mike amiris tight as h*ll, but they hold fifty racks
i ain’t never did a situp, but i pushed the packs

[verse 2]
i know n*ggas that’s gon’ slide for the kid, ayy
i got hit, n*ggas gon’ die for that sh*t
don’t be surprised when we slide by your crib
you went deep, you gotta move you in your kids
catch your b*tch while she comin’ home from work, hmm
walk her in, you gon’ get the treatment first (yeah)
i looked at bro, told him do what we rehe*rs*d
knock his d*ck in the dirt if we gon’ skrrt
we really up around this b*tch from what it’s worth
show up to a n*gga living room, flip the earth
b*tch tryna give that p*ssy up for a verse
i told the b*tch i’m strapped, but if it’s good, you get a purse
yeah

[chorus]
b*tch, i speak the facts (facts), and i keep some racks (racks)
no less than forty thousand on me when i walk in saks (walk in saks)
i mix the wocky with the red, this sh*t taste like act’
that b*tch was sloppy with the head, oh man, i sent her back
i just might pull up in that benz with no roof attached
do the chanel off the dior, this sh*t don’t even match
mike amiris tight as h*ll, but they hold fifty racks
i ain’t never did a situp, but i pushed the packs (yeah)

- fmb dz lyrics

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