[Intro:]
f** it up sis
Just f**in' it up (f** it up sis)
Pull up in some new sh** (f** it up sis)
Just f**in' it up, ay
f** it up
f** it up sis, f** it up sis
f** it up sis, f** it up sis
f** it up sis, f** it up
[Verse 1:]
Ay, I be f**in' it up
I slap his hand 'cause I feel him tryna touch on my bu*t
If it ain't about the cash, it ain't much to discuss
'Cause getting money feel way better than bustin' a nut
Your man hella lame always tryna run game
Stayin' shooting the shot like we at a gun range
Standin' on the couch let you know I run things
For a lil' pimp chain she gon' do sumn' strange
[Pre-Chorus:]
Now we popping bottles, getting lit (getting lit)
And the DJ playing my sh** (my sh**)
I throw that a** in his face, you gon' touch it or what?
Throw that a** in his face, you gon' touch it or what?
[Chorus:]
f** it up sis
Just f**in' it up (f** it up sis)
Pull up in some new sh** (f** it up sis)
Just f**in' it up, ay
f**in' it up
I'll be standing on the couch just f**in' it up
Ay, f**in' it up (f** it up) (ohhhh)
I'll be in my own space just f**in' it up, ay
Just f**in' it up (f** it up sis)
Throw that a** in his face, you gon' touch it or what?
f** it up sis, f** it up sis
f** it up sis, f** it up sis
Just f**in' it up (f** it up sis)
Pull up in some new sh** (f** it up sis)
Just f**in' it up, ay