Lyrics Fuck You Mean - Slight, Smokepurpp, Lil Tracy

Fuck You Mean

You ain’t got no money, what the fuck you mean?
Sippin' on that fake, what the fuck you mean?
New zip, Philipp Plein, what the fuck you mean?
You ain’t counting money, what the fuck you mean?
You ain’t got no money, what the fuck you mean?
You ain’t got no money, what the fuck you mean?
You ain’t got no money, what the fuck you mean?
You ain’t got no money, what the fuck you mean?
Posted in the trap with my boy Raheem
I just grew a belly, I’ve been sippin' lean
Servin' fiends
I got that dope man, I am the dope man, I am the coke man
Gotta lotta money, what the fuck you mean?
Bitch I’m Lil Purpp and I lead the street
Gotta lotta money, gotta lot of lean
Gotta lotta wax and gotta lot of weed
You don’t want to fight
I don’t fight bitch, come through with that pipe bitch
Yeah, your bitch she get that pipe bitch
And she come through when the night hit
Bitch come count my money, what the fuck you mean?
Glizzy on my tummy, what the fuck you mean?
AK with a 'stendo, what the fuck you mean?
Smokin' out the rental, what the fuck you mean?
Gucci on my feet, I’m walking on the brick
If you talkin' shit, I’ma punch him in his lip
Diamonds on my neck so wet you think I just hopped out the pool
I’ve been getting money ever since I’ve been dropped out of school
If you think you funny, I’ma slap you with my fucking toolie
Take your shoes up off your feet and rob you for your fucking jewelry
Feelin' like I’m John Wall, bitch I am a wizard
Sippin' on that drank, double cup filled with sizzurp
Catch me on the block, posted up with my pistol
That bitch wanna come with me, she blow me like a whistle
I just get a check and then I blow it, what the fuck you mean?
I just popped a bean, this bitch I’m with she down to fuck the team
You ain’t got no money, what the fuck you mean?
(Fuck you mean, huh)
Sippin' on that fake, what the fuck you mean?
(Uh)
New zip, Philipp Plein, what the fuck you mean?
(Uh, uh)
You ain’t counting money, what the fuck you mean?
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Aye, used to climb gates, now I’m tryna find my gate, aye
Fuckin' with the yay, yeah I’m geeked on the plane
I’m too hot like the sun, now these niggas throwin' shade (What?)
You should be ashamed, you should be ashamed
Big ass racks in my skinny jeans, nigga fuck you mean (Racks, racks)
Bad bitch swallow me, yes I feel like tea
We like the Corleones, boy it’s a family (Corleones)
Yeah I’m conceited bitch, all I wanna be is me (I'm conceited)
I’m a top model, fuck Tyra, bitch I’m Tracy Banks, yuh
Ballin' like a bitch, fuck Lebron, Tracy James (Ballin')
What the fuck you mean?
I’m off the chain, I’m untamed (I'm untamed)
Even if I change I’ma still be the same
You ain’t got no money, what the fuck you mean?
Sippin' on that fake, what the fuck you mean?
New zip, Philipp Plein, what the fuck you mean?
You ain’t counting money, what the fuck you mean?