conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Fuck Up Some Commas (Remix) with the following description: Rick Ross and Big Sean spit some bars to the well renown track, “Fuck Up Some Commas”. The track was released by the LA Leakers, and it starts off by Rozay spitting braggadocios boss-like rhymes, while Big Sean shows his rapid fire flow.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Future]
  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 cups like Tunechi
  Bust it down with these goonies, yeah
  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
  [Hook: Future]
  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 hundred thou
  A hundred thou, another hunnid thou
  Three hundred thou to five hundred thousand
  A million, let's have a money shower
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  She so high, her nose bleedin', my coke clean like chlorine
  Got a white girl and she barefoot in my old-school, my floors clean
  Maybach that's two-tone, phone tapped, got a few phones
  Headphones on my futon, gangsta on my Groupon
  I don't bop, I do the money dance, nah, I call it that Robert Kraft
  Your whole clique look dead broke
  My young bitch said "Roger that"
  All my dogs got fox furs, teacher said I was a big dummy
  Bitch better come suck my dick
  These diamonds on me cost big money
  Waitin' you to come jump my fence
  I paid the bitch off of brick money
  Dade County my body count, I whack a nigga on Easter Sunday
  Smoke a blunt and might eat some pussy
  Tell the truth, my mind gone
  Piaget cost one ticket, you could never be in my timezone [Hook: Future]
  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 hundred thou
  A hundred thou, another hunnid thou
  Three hundred thou to five hundred thousand
  A million, let's have a money shower
  [Verse 3: Big Sean]
  Boy, I came from the grind up
  I never threw the towel in, even in saunas
  D hat on me, bitch, it's just to remind you
  I knew I was riched up before I had commas
  Back when I used to pull up in that Honda, police was behind us
  I would still wake up like I'm in the Bahamas
  Fuck a money counter, boy
  I count this shit up faster than E. Honda
  Threw a party wit' Future, that's Futurama
  Got a future baby mama lookin' like a young Madonna
  Mixin' wit' Rihanna, boy, I couldn't tell you where to find her
  But I treat her like I'm finer
  Man, y'all fucked the game up, boy, I got to reset it
  I was born in '88, but I been ready since '87
  No unleaded, countin' up Aretha Franklins, you got to respect it
  What the fuck these niggas want from me, nigga?
  She call me cause she want some company
  I'm more focused on my company
  If they want me, tell 'em they gon' have to come and hunt for me
  Boy, I'm a beast, head over fireplace, nigga
  I'm a product of my environment
  I'm a bring her home, yeah
  I'm a empire her to my empire, big as Empire, nigga
  Runnin' through the city on some Young Caesar shit
  Know I made a couple flips, on some "Pizza! Pizza!" shit
  Yeah, just know I'm livin' single on some young Khadejah shit
  And I'm checkin' for the commas on some English teacher shit
  Little bitch [Outro]
  Give no fucks yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah
  Go fill my cup yeah, bitch go fill my cup, yeah
  Give no fucks yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah
  Go fill my cup yeah, bitch go fill my cup, yeah
  Forty thou to a hundred thou
  A hundred thou, another hundred thou
  Three hundred thou, five hundred thou
  A million, let's have a money shower