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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marco Rodriguez
Marco Rodriguez
Songwriter
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Millie Jackson
Millie Jackson
Songwriter
Randy Klein
Randy Klein
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alec Newell
Alec Newell
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marisciullo
Fabian Marisciullo
Mixing Engineer
INFAMOUS
INFAMOUS
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(F-U, F-U, F-U, F-U)
Tell a hater I said
(F-U, F-U, F-U, F-U)
Pussy
Tell your bitch I said
[Verse 2]
Me
Ass up, face down
One night only, I'm from outta town
Pound, new rules we ain't waitin' on it
And if that pussy good we spend a cake on it
Plane ticket, hotel, new bag, new Chanel
Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers
If you a hater, I just got two words
[Verse 3]
(F-U, F-U, F-U, F-U)
Tell a hater I said
(F-U, F-U, F-U, F-U)
And tell your bitch I said
[Verse 4]
You, and them bitches that you came with
All in my section drinking my shit
You ain't fucking, you ain't sucking, what you doing ho?
Instagram and taking pictures, but you don't know me though
Damn, she said she a fan
Yeah I understand, but I want to get in her pants
'Cause she thick as fuck and she lickin' her tongue out
She said she don't fuck with rappers
And I'm like what you talkin' 'bout bitch?
[Verse 5]
(F-U, F-U, F-U, F-U)
I got two words for you
(F-U, F-U, F-U, F-U)
Tell a hater I said
[Verse 6]
Oh
I said fuck 'em, I don't like 'em, I don't love 'em
When the money come, homies turn to haters, I don't trust 'em
If the brick ain't comin' with a stamp, I don't touch it
I want that BMF with the Scorpio when I'm bustin'
Like a bitch when she twerkin' (Twerkin'), y'all **** workin' (Workin')
Clown ass ****, we should put you in the circus in the cage
With the lion, let him have you for dessert and testifying on your homie
Took a deal, but was it worth it ****?
(F-U, F-U, F-U, F-U)
I met this bitch, she said, "My friend, she want to"
I like your friend, but really though I wanna
(F-U, F-U, F-U, F-U)
And if I get my roadie though, he gotta to fuck too
Now put your middle fingers up and scream
[Verse 7]
Ho, ho
Hater, **** mad at the paper
Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres
Twenty chains, ten watches, I'm a jeweler
Lil' watch with the jest, don't let it fool you
I could school you on how to look like money
Hustler of the year, could write a book 'bout money
Don't pop them bottles tryna impress them hoes
With your re-up money better tell them hoes, bitch
[Verse 8]
(F-U, F-U, F-U, F-U)
Tell that bitch I said
(F-U, F-U, F-U, F-U)
Tell a hater I said
Written by: MARCO ANTONIO JR RODRIGUEZ DIAZ, Mario Mims, Mario Sentell Giden, Millie Jackson, Randy Klein, Robert Leslie Harris, Robert Williams
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