Fuck Em (feat. 2 Chainz & Wale)

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]

C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo

Thought I wouldn’t make it, now I’m winning Timothy Tebow

Fourth quarter, I’m back, fourth quarter, in fact

Fourth quarter, that’s that, four Ford in all black

I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that

Corvette so clean you’ll think Bruce Springsteen rent that

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in here

Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil’, this shit real

IPhone and iPad, Amex in my gat

Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four stacks

All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon’ rat

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they’re going back

All I need is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook]

Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

F-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

F-ck all you haters

Watch me f-ck all these b!tches

I got eight different Rollies

And they all mint condition

I’m screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

I got five different Benzes

This is my deposition

I’m screaming, “F-ck every witness”

Cause b!tch, I’m big business

I’m screaming f-ck em

[Verse 2 : 2 Chainz]

Me gon hit my boast

Me gon hit my boast

What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?

Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib

Riding with the chopper like it’s my friend

This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe

Got a sign in my garage that say, “Foreign only”

Forces pouring, on mixtapes I’m touring

See my shit that fire shit, and yo’ shit boring

2 Chainz smoking loud like it’s a newborn

Dad wasn’t around, my father figure was Too Short

New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it

Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson

Every beat I’m toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon

Money got me sagging, it really doesn’t matter

I run circles round these niggas’ world like Saturn

[Hook]

Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

F-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

F-ck all you haters

Watch me f-ck all these b!tches

I got eight different Rollies

And they all mint condition

I’m screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

I got five different Benzes

This is my deposition

I’m screaming, “F-ck every witness”

Cause b!tch, I’m big business

I’m screaming f-ck em

[Verse 3 : Wale]

Black Foamposites, it’s like we on that outer shit

Riding five deep and I’m as dirty as them congressmen

Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit

Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though

Smoke that Mark McGuire strong

Oakland ain’t no basic smoke

Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho

Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go

No Canseco, and I’m switching lanes at one six oh

A nigga trees fine, a police siren!

Woop woop, nah, that’s just Diplo

And you cute, shorty, let’s get low

On the low, I’mma talk that jazz

Jungle fever for the night

Horny or white, that’s Anglo-Sax

[Hook]

Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

F-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

F-ck all you haters

Watch me f-ck all these b!tches

I got eight different Rollies

And they all mint condition

I’m screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em

I got five different Benzes

This is my deposition

I’m screaming, “F-ck every witness”

Cause b!tch, I’m big business

I’m screaming f-ck em