conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called G.F.U. (The Motto Remix) with the following description: “G.F.U.” (Abbreviation for Get Fucked Up) was released on the 31st of December 2011 and samples Drake’s “The Motto”, which was also released in 2011. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Wiz Khalifa Verse]
  24, from the hood and I made 11 million this year so im throwin up paper
  Got a bunch of niggas with me that done made it from the bottom, gettin' money, all throwin' up Taylor
  You can roll em out, puff em, I don't save it, I stuff em I don't gotta chase money im good
  Ill bake the whole onion and replace it like its nothing ya im talkin straight cookies no oven
  And im smokin' in public, rich folks still love it
  He talkin', he bluffin', that's my chick, she stuntin'
  And my team is the wildest, 
  try and get high enough to see Mr. Wallace
  Thumbs green like the mile is, this for my youngins gettin steamed up in college
  If you seen all my closets so much style its like my stylist had a stylist
  And my crib like a palace Wizzle go hard like a callus
  [Hook]
  [Wiz Khalifa]
  All we smoke is papers, blowin' hella flavors
  Smokin till its gone, that's how we do it cause were taylor'd
  [Juicy J]
  Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up)
  Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up)
  Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up)
  Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up)
  [Juicy J Verse]
  Cop a pound, come a pound, roll a pound, blow it down
  Call a ho, its goin down, Juicy J from stoner town
  Originality where Mary Jane control the sound
  Blue Dream and Lean for all of those who knew the time
  Hash, kef oils in the gas mask we be doin numbers like its math class
  Match one, nigga don't you know im match back
  Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract
  Smoke good, cause I deserve it, sour diesel got me swerving
  Im swerving, right up on the curbing
  Big bong rips, got my chest hurting
  Purp naps, in the Marriott sweet
  I wanna taste the weed but the swisher too sweet
  So make sure you know its only taylors if we meet
  If you get trippy mane you can even choke a bean
  Blood came through and just dropped off a load
  And I ain't sellin shit everything gettin smoked
  Smoke when I get up, smoke myself to sleep
  Taylor Gang bitch 10 pounds every week [Hook]
  [Berner Verse]
  Bern ima rep for my city, im on two blue pills and got the room smelling pissy
  Ask, I tell her don't kiss me don't come up for air, lost your bitch to the game, fuck it life isn't fair
  Im too chill, 2 mil 
  re caught with my rap money
  Two or three pads bad bitches roll the planes for me
  Two strains that my new nickname, cherry pound cookie all you see is a big flame
  Stunt, grown man with a coat on, trippy in a room full of girls with no clothes on
  But ya I love how i'm living, I just left the night club im in bed with 3 women
  Too high, too fly, big belly cause I eat good
  Blew 30 grand on drinks, I better sleep good
  Bag full of shit you probably seen in my twitpics
  Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good dick
  Ya im so slow motion in an s class floating hard to keep my eyes open
  A king pin I keep weed by the elbow
  Skin all itchy tonight, im sippin yellow
  [Hook]