Big Sean - FFOE lyrics
Big Seant [Sean Michael Leonard Anderson] Santa Monica, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Big Sean - FFOE lyrics]
The best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches
I got the best drinks, good tree
And bad bitches
I got the best drinks, good tree
And bad bitches
And that's what you gon' get any
Time you fuckin' with us
Finally Famous, what's up?
I'm on the west side of my city
Ridin' round like a tour guide
With that white girl she got a tongue ring
That might as well be a bullseye
She half naked walking 'round this bitch
I almost thought I was poolside
Tryna raw dog my (oh)
Like her tubes tied but that's suicide!
One time for my niggas who made
Something out of nothing -
Cause you could lose it all my
Nigga look at David Ruffin
"You could lose it twice as
Fast as you got it"
Got it - that's what my grandma told me
And you've got to be a
Dumb dumb dumb motherfucker
Not to listen to what you hear from the OG's
Rollin' OG 'til I G-O
Yeah G-O, nigga, add an O-D
That's what I rep, nigga, 'til I O-D
Collecting everything that this world owes me
I told my Momma grab you any kind of car
Girl cause you my shining star
I love you everywhere you are
Back to it - to the game I am committed
My intentions: stay persistent
Workin' overtime like we get
Paid off commissions
And my wrist bliss, work ms gliss
Man I ain't got time like my wristlit
No bitch fit, just a fit bitch
Who's only job is to make me feel terrific
Now we going strong, we'll
Be going going gone, 'til we on
I'm on the east side of my city
Ridin' round like it's "Doomsday"
And if you keep pushing my buttons
Might fuck around and be a "Tomb Day"
Don't let go of her hand
Or it might be "Big-Sean-In-Her Womb Day"
"Congratulations, dog!" man
That's what the whole room say
I want money and security for
All of my descendants we up in Hollywood
Tryna get our hands cemented
If you don't fuck with my songs
Man, you gotta fuck with the intention
Tryna get my fam and friends-es
Behind Benz-es, and Cartier lenses, woah
I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man
I believe in God
Man, they sending shots, shots, shots, shots
Like they don't believe I can die
Man, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop
A legend in the making -
Fuck whoever told me I'm not
Now we going strong, we'll
Be going going gone, 'til we on
I got the best drinks, good tree
And bad bitches
I got the best drinks, good tree
And bad bitches
And that's what you gon' get any
Time you fuckin' with us
Finally Famous, what's up?
I'm on the west side of my city
Ridin' round like a tour guide
With that white girl she got a tongue ring
That might as well be a bullseye
She half naked walking 'round this bitch
I almost thought I was poolside
Tryna raw dog my (oh)
Like her tubes tied but that's suicide!
One time for my niggas who made
Something out of nothing -
Cause you could lose it all my
Nigga look at David Ruffin
"You could lose it twice as
Fast as you got it"
Got it - that's what my grandma told me
And you've got to be a
Dumb dumb dumb motherfucker
Not to listen to what you hear from the OG's
Rollin' OG 'til I G-O
Yeah G-O, nigga, add an O-D
That's what I rep, nigga, 'til I O-D
Collecting everything that this world owes me
I told my Momma grab you any kind of car
Girl cause you my shining star
I love you everywhere you are
Back to it - to the game I am committed
My intentions: stay persistent
Workin' overtime like we get
Paid off commissions
And my wrist bliss, work ms gliss
Man I ain't got time like my wristlit
No bitch fit, just a fit bitch
Who's only job is to make me feel terrific
Now we going strong, we'll
Be going going gone, 'til we on
I'm on the east side of my city
Ridin' round like it's "Doomsday"
And if you keep pushing my buttons
Might fuck around and be a "Tomb Day"
Don't let go of her hand
Or it might be "Big-Sean-In-Her Womb Day"
"Congratulations, dog!" man
That's what the whole room say
I want money and security for
All of my descendants we up in Hollywood
Tryna get our hands cemented
If you don't fuck with my songs
Man, you gotta fuck with the intention
Tryna get my fam and friends-es
Behind Benz-es, and Cartier lenses, woah
I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man
I believe in God
Man, they sending shots, shots, shots, shots
Like they don't believe I can die
Man, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop
A legend in the making -
Fuck whoever told me I'm not
Now we going strong, we'll
Be going going gone, 'til we on