F*ck Up Some Commas by Future Lyrics Meaning – Decoding Hip-Hop’s Anthem of Excess
Lyrics
I’ma stay riding for my real niggas, that’s just some shit that I’m gon’ do
Fuck all the commas, let’s fuck up some commas nigga
Let’s fuck up some commas, let’s do that shit random
Yeah, Future
Future Hendrix, it’s some shit you don’t do
Fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Let’s fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou’ to a hunned thou’
A hunned thou’ ‘nother hunned thou’
Three hunned thou’, five hunned thou’
A milli y’all let’s have a money shower
Fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Let’s fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou’ to a hunned thou’
A hunned thou’ ‘nother hunned thou’
Three hunned thou’, five hunned thou’
A milli y’all let’s have a money shower
Fuck up the lumber, I’m hot like a sauna, yeah
The burner is on me, can’t play with that money, yeah
I’m fucking with shorty, I’m loving the way that she fucking me, yeah
Give no fucks yeah, we don’t give no fucks, yeah
Throw my cup yeah, I just bought my plug, yeah
Full of mud yeah, niggas full of them drugs, yeah
Feeling real right yeah, I’m on same thing as Mike, yeah
Bought a lil’ ice yeah, I wanna beat that dope like Ike, yeah
Fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Let’s fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou’ to a hunned thou’
A hunned thou’ ‘nother hunned thou’
Three hunned thou’, five hunned thou’
A milli y’all let’s have a money shower
Fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Let’s fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou’ to a hunned thou’
A hunned thou’ ‘nother hunned thou’
Three hunned thou’, five hunned thou’
A milli y’all let’s have a money shower
Smoke the first 48 hours, grind 22 and sleep 2 hours
Put 24’s on the new Audi, white on white like baby powder
Drop ya bitch off at Fulton County, might count it up and then re-count it
Double Cup like Tunechi, bust it down with these goonies
Give no fucks yeah, we don’t give no fucks, yeah
Go fill my cup yeah, bitch go fill my cup, yeah
You heard that the slums made me, I’m cool with the Konvicts
The coupe look like Akon, fuck all that bum shit
Fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Let’s fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou’ to a hunned thou’
A hunned thou’ ‘nother hunned thou’
Three hunned thou’, five hunned thou’
A milli y’all let’s have a money shower
Fit it, critic, get it, hit it, run it, drill it, wet it, I’m in it, really
Split it fifty-fifty, ball, Reggie, ready, set, go
Throw that money in the air, watch it fall to the floor
Heard ya ordered up some racks, need to order up some more
Audemar, yeah, eighty on the watch, yeah
Katy Perry yeah, servin’ Katy Perry, yeah
I should ball yeah, I should break you off, yeah
Break you off yeah, made myself a boss, yeah
Fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Let’s fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou’ to a hunned thou’
A hunned thou’ ‘nother hunned thou’
Three hunned thou’, five hunned thou’
A milli y’all let’s have a money shower
Give no fucks yeah, we don’t give no fucks, yeah
Give no fucks yeah, we don’t give no fucks, yeah
Forty thou’ to a hunned thou’
A hunned thou’ ‘nother hunned thou’
Three hunned thou’, five hunned thou’
A milli y’all let’s have a money shower
Let’s have a money shower right now, oh
Let’s have a money shower right now, oh
Let’s have a money shower right now, let’s go
Let’s have a money shower right now, let’s go
Let’s have a money shower, oh, oh, oh, oh
Forty thou’ to a hunnid thou’ to a hunnid thou’ to a hunnid thou’
A million, Hendrix
Breaking down the intricate tapestry of Future’s hit track ‘F*ck Up Some Commas’ requires stepping into a world where ostentatious wealth and unapologetic showmanship collide. At first glance, the lyrics sprawl across the page like an anthem for the lavish, a revered hymn for the spendthrifts. But beneath the surface of its infectious beat and chant-like hooks, there’s a profound exploration of modern hedonism and the complexities of loyalty amidst the high-stakes rap game.
Future, born Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn, is no stranger to chart-toppers that push the boundaries of hip-hop’s thematic content. With ‘F*ck Up Some Commas,’ the Atlanta-based virtuoso cemented his status as a rap maestro who can artfully blend commercial appeal with deeper nuance. Let’s dive into the hedonistic labyrinth of this track and unspool the deeper resonances behind those hard-hitting lines.
Charting the Countless Commas: A Dive into Conspicuous Consumption
The titular chorus, ‘Fuck up some commas,’ repeats like a hypnotic mantra throughout the song, etching itself into the listener’s memory. On the surface, it’s an unbridled celebration of wealth—recklessly spending money as displayed by escalating amounts, from tens to hundreds of thousands, ultimately culminating in a ‘money shower.’ This repetition isn’t just a catchy hook; it mirrors the cyclical nature of consumerism where spending begets more spending, illustrating a lavish yet potentially unsustainable lifestyle that mirrors the economic ebbs and flows of the hip-hop elite.
Future juxtaposes this frivolity with a certain level of self-awareness, acknowledging the temporary thrill that comes with financial recklessness. The act of ‘fucking up some commas’ becomes a symbol of success and power, but also a hedonistic treadmill, constantly chasing the high that wealth can provide, yet never truly satisfying the deeper yearnings for fulfillment and stability.
The Pledge of Allegiance to Realness: Loyalty Over Currency
Amid the ostentation, Future doesn’t forget to touch on the theme of loyalty, framing it as a non-negotiable, sacred vow among ‘real niggas.’ It’s a juxtaposition of material wealth and the wealth of steadfast relationships. Here, commas aren’t just monetary symbols but potential dividers between people, metaphors for the rifts that immense wealth can bring into genuine relationships.
By contrasting the pledge to ‘the real’ against the act of messing up commas, Future delineates a clear boundary in his universe: money, though abundant and splurge-worthy, will never replace the code of loyalty that underpins his relationships. The notion of integrity amid financial prosperity becomes an ideological anchor, preventing one from being swept away by the current of opulence.
Behind the Hedonistic Facade: The Hidden Struggles
Within the chanting of the verse ‘let’s fuck up some commas,’ there’s a hint of defiance, a sense that this exuberance is a distraction or even an escape. Future references the grind required to have the luxury to spend freely—working all hours, with barely any time left for rest. This inflated depiction of the work-hard, play-hard ethic suggests a hidden price – one paid not with dollars, but with time, health, and perhaps pieces of one’s soul.
Scratching beneath the surface, we also glean moments of vulnerability, glimpses of conflict—’throw my cup,’ ‘full of mud,’ ‘full of drugs’—providing a sobering nod to the vices that often intersect with this lifestyle. It’s a stark reminder of the shadowy counterparts to fame and fortune, the inner demons closeted behind the glamorous facade of public figures.
Surmounting Status Symbols: A Critique or an Embrace?
As the verses unfold, they take us through a laundry list of status symbols – from ’24’s on a new Audi’ to ‘eighty on the watch.’ These lines serve as a barometer for success in many hip-hop discourses. Yet, in Future’s hands, there’s an element of critique interspersed within the brazen boasting—questioning the value of these material goods, even as he indulges in them.
There’s an ambiguity laced through the braggadocio; is Future challenging the norm or succumbing to it? The tension is palpable, making ‘F*ck Up Some Commas’ not only a track to bump in the club but also a provocative conversation starter on materialism, success, and the very metrics by which they are often judged.
Memorable Lines: Reflecting the Zeitgeist of a Generation
When Future declares ‘the slums made me, I’m cool with the Konvicts,’ he’s referencing a rags-to-riches tale that resonates as the ultimate American dream yet anchored firmly in the realities of his upbringing. Here, Future isn’t just an artist; he’s the mouthpiece for a generation seeking to transcend their circumstances through any means necessary.
The song’s memorable lines hook listeners with their raw energy and the evocative imagery of wealth. One can’t help but feel drawn into the gravitational pull of Future’s world, where each comma in the bank account is not a goal but a checkpoint in an ongoing race for dominance, a dance of numbers that contextualizes success in the pulse of popular culture.
