F You Lyrics – Yung Miami

[Intro]
Fu*k you (Miami)
If it was up, it’s still the same, b!tch (Fu*k you)
Same gutter b!tch, rich, but I ain’t changed s*it (Fu*k)
Put my whole hood on, hating hoes came wit’ it (You)
Talking down on a ho, the fu*k? B!tch (Fu*k you)

[Chorus]
Conversations with the Henny in my cup
Should I— (Fu*k you)
The way you shining crazy ‘cross the club
Should I— (Fu*k you)

The way you showing hate, don’t show no love, b!tch (Fu*k you)
If you say it’s up, then it’s up
B!tch, fu*k ya
If you ain’t never got it out the mud, I can’t trust ya
Went and made some millions for the pain and the sufferings
Red cup type of night, so if it’s up, it’s stuck there
Say you don’t fu*k with Caresha, now Miami don’t fu*k with you

[Verse]
Still the same b!tch (Fu*k you)
Same gutter b!tch, rich, but I ain’t change s*it (Fu*k you)
Put my whole hood on, hating hoes came wit’ it (Fu*k you)
Talking down on a ho, the fu*k?
I’m a mami, I’m a thotty, I’m a badass b!tch
Got an ocean for a pu*sy, suck a mean-ass d!ck (Uh)
I’m a lemon, I’m a cherry, I get crazy and s*it (Ha, ha, ha)
I might give that ho a pass and still go off on her s*it (Ha)
I got bodies, I got ‘Raris, I don’t like ’em legit
Something ’bout a hood n!gga that get my pu*sy to glitch
I touch millions, crush you b!tches, I don’t pay for the rent (Uh)
I don’t see you hoes motion ’cause my tint five percent
I like scammers, don’t do cameras, this s*it privately lit
Hoes started selling pennies, get off my pu*sy, lil’ b!tch (Ayy)
You can call me a ho, you could call me a trick
You could call me a scammer, say I fu*k ’em too quick

You can say that I’m fake, but these Benjamins ain’t
The one thing that I ain’t is a broke-ass b!tch
I’m getting money, n!gga (I’m getting money)
I’m getting money, yeah (I’m getting money)
I’m getting money, n!gga (I’m getting money)
I’m talking honey buns (Ayy)
I’m getting this money, baby (Fu*k you)
The fu*k, b!tch? (Fu*k you)

[Chorus]
Conversations with the Henny in my cup
Should I— (Fu*k you)
The way you shining crazy ‘cross the club
Should I— (Fu*k you)
The way you showing hate, don’t show no love, b!tch (Fu*k you)
If you say it’s up, then it’s up
B!tch, fu*k ya
If you ain’t never got it out the mud, I can’t trust ya
Went and made some millions for the pain and the sufferings
Red cup type of night, so if it’s up, it’s stuck there
Say you don’t fu*k with Caresha, now Miami don’t fu*k with you