Tom MacDonald - TFAB lyrics

We arrive at the venue so faded
Been wasted all day at the house
They knew we were coming so when we
Roll up they roll red carpets out
Anyone with a problem gets texted we're here
Now we seen 'em duck out
We're twenty-five deep and we're not
On the list but they
Give us a bottle of booze and a couch
Welcome to Beverly Hills where all
Of the bitches are badder
They wanna know how we all feel
But fuck anybody who's asking
This is the come up, fuck
Your two cents dawg
I don't need your pennies
They're all tryna dodge us like
They came with tennis
They're pourin' their 40's
We're spillin' our Henney
Yeah, bitches bust it open like a piggy bank


Married to the money, call it wedding cake
Smokin' on the hookah till the Swisher blown
All these B's in the trap selling honeycombs
(Turn up, turn up) turn up
What's love got to do with it? No Tina Turner
Shot, shot, shot, shots, Wolf in the club
I think he brought his burner
We in the cut and when we hit the
Crib then I got hoes in my mouth
I eat the pussy till that pussy rich
I don't pay for that shit I
Got gold in my mouth

Hey, it's your birthday
Hey, it's your birthday
Hey, grab your girlfriend and we
Can head to her place
Hey, it's your birthday
Hey, it's your birthday
And your booty means the world
Make it earthquake

Twerk it for a Birkin
Girl you twerkin' for that Birkin
Tell her you ain't really work unless
You twerkin' for a Birkin
Tell her twerk it for a Birkin
Hey, twerk it for a Birkin, hey
She a bad bitch
Tell her twerk it for a Birkin twerk it
Throw that booty, throw that booty
Throw that booty girl (yeah)
Throw that booty, throw that booty
Throw that booty girl (yeah)
Throw that booty, throw that booty
Throw that booty girl
Throw that booty, throw that booty
Throw that booty girl

W-w-we're in the cut with them Styrofoam
Cups and you already know
Champagne on the table
Some rock on the table our section is full
The bottles are poppin', the
Booties are poppin', it never gets old
Syrup with codeine to slow it down so
I can live in the moment
I don't have a cold
(Get it) all of my people are here
And they gun hands got sun tans
From hangin' that shit out
The window in Compton
Makin' them thugs dance
So many rings in my face you might think
That I play in a punk band
But then you hear one of my
Songs and everyone is like "goddamn"
So many ones in the air you would
Think we're choppin' down money trees
Buckin' like a virgin
I swear that no one can fuck with me
Bitches bust it open like
We're drinkin' Henney
My homies got them clippers
Like the Staples Center

Hey, you a bad bitch hey, you a bad bitch
Hey, got a flask in your
Purse for the captains hey, you a bad bitch
Hey, you a bad bitch
Hey, shake that ass home
Alone with the cammers

Twerk it for a Birkin
Girl you twerkin' for that Birkin
Tell her you ain't really work unless
You twerkin' for a Birkin
Tell her twerk it for a Birkin
Hey, twerk it for a Birkin, hey
She a bad bitch
Tell her twerk it for a Birkin
Twerk it, yeah

My team live by the gun like it's
Renting a room in our building
My team live in the club like there
Ain't no such thing as eviction
My team throwin' them ones in the air
And we not at the strippers
My team is wildin' up on the stage
We don't ever buy tickets

Hey, you a booty hoe hey, you a booty hoe
Hey, bring you back to the crib
And get a nudey show hey, you a booty hoe
Hey, you a booty hoe
Hey, catch a dick in your
Mouth and your booty, hoe

Twerk it for a Birkin
Girl you twerkin' for that Birkin
Tell her you ain't really work unless
You twerkin' for a Birkin
Tell her twerk it for a Birkin
Hey, twerk it for a Birkin, hey
She a bad bitch
Tell her twerk it for a Birkin twerk it
Throw that booty, throw that booty
Throw that booty girl (yeah)
Throw that booty, throw that booty
Throw that booty girl (yeah)
Throw that booty, throw that booty
Throw that booty girl (yeah)
Throw that booty, throw that booty
Throw that booty girl