Future other songs:

 

No Love lyrics - Future

Done ran along to the club

Trying to leave a nigga for nothing

I used to see me as your husband

Even though I'm out here thugging

I'm missing all your touching

I ain't fell in love with no pussy

I ain't fell in love with no pussy

Done ran all through the club

Trying to leave a nigga for nothing

I used to see me as your husband

Even though I'm out here thugging

I'm missing all your touching

Ain't never fell in love with pussy

Ain't fell in love with no pussy

You want all my money

You want all my fame

You want to run to the club

Trying to fuck up my name

I ain't never been dishonorable

I took a chance on you

I even took you 'round my homies

Something I never do

I'm drinking and flashing a Rollie

Either you stay or you're going

I am never going to talk shit

But from the beginning, I knew I could afford it

Here, carry my .40

And you thought I would... oh, baby

I ain't fell in love with no pussy

Ain't fell in love with no pussy

Done ran off to the club

Trying to leave a nigga for nothing

I used to see me as your husband

Even though I'm out here thugging

I'm missing all your touching

Ain't never fell in love with pussy

Ain't fell in love with no pussy

Fuck you on your back

Fuck you laying over

Fuck you just like that

Fuck you in the car

Fuck you in the club

Fuck you in the studio

Never made love

Fuck you on your knees

Fuck you in the butt

Fuck you when you're drunk

Fuck you, beat it up

Just fuck you everywhere

Fuck you everywhere

Fuck you from the back

Fuck you, pull your hair

Fuck you and choke you

Fuck you like a teen

Fuck you like a king

Fuck you like a queen

Fuck you like a star

Fuck you like celebrity

Fuck you like I'm rich

Fuck you like I'm broke

I ain't fell in love with no pussy

Ain't fell in love with no pussy

Done ran off to the club

Trying to leave a nigga for nothing

I used to see me as your husband

Even though I'm out here thugging

I'm missing all your touching

Ain't never fell in love with pussy

Ain't fell in love with no pussy

Nobody Special lyrics - Hotboii & Future

If you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything

I once said I love her, I told her anything

No you don't deserve a Birkin, not even a chunk of change

I break hearts, I'm a problem, we don't want the fame

Shawty pressure but I would never run her way

No, nobody special, I feel all these girls the same

That talking shit be extra I thought you knew for what you came

And if you don't then next one still gon' make me come the same

I'm just fucking on Alexis reminding me of whatshername

But don't ride me like a Tesla but I drove up left them hoes insane

Kayla gripping on my necklace and fucking let her wedding change

This ain't her ex, I got her nigga, we still be fuckin', I won't ever break

Trying do shit alone but the way she throw it can't make no better babe

Type of wet when I had it in days make me go meditate

Talk bout tz tz oh that poo poo stank, stanky little bitch come up my way

It's ironic Tisha suck me in the yo and she on my hook today

Tati couldn't even get my dick hard but wanted a dinner date

I got a cougar bitch so classy I only wanna fuck her in a Wraith

Lil Barbie she got track speed, I had to grip her legs

And then I kicked her out then helped her leave I grabbed that bitch the rake

If you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything

I once said I love her, I told her anything

No you don't deserve a Birkin, not even a chunk of change

I break hearts, I'm a problem, she still wanna stay

Shawty pressure but I would never ride her way

You nobody special, I feel all these girls the same

Talking shit be extra I thought you knew for what you came

And if you don't then next one still gon' make me come the same

Bitch slime

You the type to give a wet freak a big slime

Heard you buss down AP big slime

She twin two turned 23 bitch slime

Boss that bitch up TTG big slime

Imma put red diamonds on my bitch big slime

Came out the field with this drip bitch slime

Twin have her taking on her trip big slime

Paid a big price for that twat bitch slime

Ain't loving no hoes slime her out big slime

Have different flavored bitches at my house big slime

She gon take my dick out put it right in her mouth

Just to fuck it and I give her clout

If you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything

I once said I love her, I told her anything

No you don't deserve a Birkin, not even a chunk of change

I break hearts, I'm a problem we don't want the fame

Shawty pressure but I would never run her way

No, nobody special, I feel all these girls the same

That talking shit be extra I thought you knew for what you came

And if you don't then next one still gon' make me come the same

I know I'm toxic bae I'm sorry

If I break your heart go to the ER

If I break your heart go to the ER

I know I'm toxic bae I'm sorry

If I break your heart go to the ER

If I break your heart go to the ER

Os lyrics - Future

Ear Drummers

My niggas ride like Al-Qaeda

Mike Will made it

My niggas ride like Al-Qaeda

My niggas ride like Al-Qaeda

My niggas ride like Al-Qaeda

My niggas ride like Al-Qaeda

My niggas ride like Al-Qaeda

My niggas ride like Al-Qaeda

You think it's cheaper to keep her

You think it's cheaper to keep her

I ride with dope like it's legal

My niggas strapped with Osama

My niggas strapped with Osama

My niggas strapped with Osama

My niggas strapped with Osama

The young niggas strapped with Osama

The young niggas strapped with Osama

The strap niggas strapped with Osama

The young niggas strapped with the rra-rra

You niggas ain't nothin' but bitch niggas

You niggas ain't nothin' but snitch niggas

You niggas ain't nothin' but hoe niggas

You niggas ain't nothin' but broke niggas

Wanna come around, act like you don't know niggas

I'ma let the .44 kiss ya, I'ma let my bottom hoe hit ya

I be hangin' 'round some toe-taggers

Had ya smellin' like some clam chowder

Transport 'em like a space pilot

I got bands on me, ain't got no wallet

I got Xans on me, I got plenty molly

Got some young niggas and they're suicidal

Got my young nigga that's my mulignane

Hit ya with the nickel fuck a snow bunny

Hit ya with the nickel have ya soul runnin'

I just walk around with a check

She just fucked my friend for a check

I know money mean everything to you baby

But you gotta have respect

My niggas ride like Al-Qaeda

You think it's cheaper to keep her

You think it's cheaper to keep her

I ride with dope like it's legal

My niggas strapped with Osama

My niggas strapped with Osama

My niggas strapped with Osama

My niggas strapped with Osama

The young niggas strapped with Osama

The young niggas strapped with Osama

The strap niggas strapped with Osama

The young niggas strapped with the rrra-rrra

I'm strapped like Osama, my pocket got llamas

I'm fresh in Balmains

I trapped out the hummers, say fuck all that drama

I'm bustin' ya brain

Ain't trustin' you bitches, ain't trustin' these bitches

They're fuckin' for fame

Ain't no love for your niggas, no love for these bitches

No love in this game

Used to steal at the store, used to skip out of school

Nigga jump on the train

I go fuck on your hoe, nigga fuck being broke

I got money I'm made

I go stand on that corner, won't never afraid

I was never afraid

I go hit up a lick, I go jugg off a brick

I got money to make

I got ways to get paid

I get straight to that check, I was crazy depressed

I get money I'm fresh

You didn't know I was stressed, you my nigga for life

My niggas ride like Al-Qaeda

You think it's cheaper to keep her

You think it's cheaper to keep her

I ride with dope like it's legal

My niggas strapped with Osama

My niggas strapped with Osama

My niggas strapped with Osama

My niggas strapped with Osama

The young niggas strapped with Osama

The young niggas strapped with Osama

The strap niggas strapped with Osama

The young niggas strapped with the rra-rra

Paparazzi lyrics - Future

Paparazzi catching me with the shits

Paparazzi catching me with the shits

Jack boy tryna catch me without my stick, hey

Paparazzi catching me with the shits

Paparazzi catching me with the shits

Paparazzi catching me with the shits

Paparazzi catching me with the shits

Dab-dab, dab young nigga dab, dab young nigga dab

Dab young nigga dab, dab young nigga dab

Dab young nigga dab, dab young nigga dab

Paparazzi catching me with the shits

Paparazzi catching me with the shits

Paparazzi catching me with the shits, woah

Paparazzi catching me with the shits, woah

Paparazzi catching me with the shits, woah

Paparazzi catching me with the shits, woah

Bad man tryna catch me with the shits

Bad bitch tryna catch me with the shits

Bet you niggas don't catch me with the stick

Bet you niggas won't catch me with the stick

Paparazzi tryna catch me with this bitch

Paparazzi snappin' flicks with the shits

Told you young niggas I was with the shits

Tried to tell you bitches I was with the shits

Got a bitch with the bitch with the shits

Fucked the bitch with my bitch, that's the shit

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Jack boy you gon' catch me with my stick

Jack boy you gon' catch me with that stick

[?] tryna catch me with the shits

Dab young nigga dab, dab young nigga dab, dab

Dab young nigga dab, dab young nigga dab, dab

Dab young nigga dab, dab young nigga dab, dab

Dab-dab, dab-dab, 100 times

Dab, dab, dab, dab, dab, dab

Dab, dab, dab, dab, dab, dab

Dab, dab, dab, dab, dab, dab

100 times, dab, 100 times, dab

100 times, dab, 100 times, dab

Dab, dab, dab, dab, dab, dab

Dab, dab, dab, dab, dab, dab

Dab down the street, dab down the street

Watch 'em dab down the street

Watch 'em dab down the street

I'm 'a dab down the strip

Dab-dab, 100 times dab

100 times dab on a bitch, dab-dab

Dab on a bitch, dab on the clique

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Paparazzi tryna catch young migo with the shits

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Paparazzi tryna catch me with the shits

Fell asleep in the bitch on a Xan

Fell asleep in her pussy on a Xan

Fell asleep in her pussy on a Xan

Fell asleep in her pussy on a Perc

I fell asleep in her pussy on a pain pill

Fell asleep in her pussy on a Xan, tired

Fell asleep in her pussy on a Xan, tired

Fell asleep in her pussy on a Perc, tired

Fell asleep in her pussy on the lean, I'm wired

Fell asleep in her pussy on a Xan, I'm tired

Fell asleep in her pussy on the lean, I'm drinkin'

Fell asleep in her pussy on the lean, drinkin'

Fell asleep in her pussy on a Xan

Fell asleep in her pussy on a Xan, snorin'

Payback lyrics - Juicy J (with Kevin Gates, Future, Sage The Gemini)

(from "Furious 7" soundtrack)

I know something you don't

That's me coming for you

You want war

We got war

We just wanna warn you

I know something you don't

That's me coming for you

You want war

We got war

We just wanna warn you

War for war

Bodies that hit the ground

You ready for us

'Cause it's bout to go down

Push 'em to the left

Push 'em to the right

Load the choppers up

Hit 'em on sight

Never turning back

I've done been to hell and back

Me, running out of guns?

No, never heard of that

I ain't never ran from a gunfight

This is you and me

Mano y Mano

You damn right

Don't act like you don't know

Know what I came for

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

You take one, I take one

You can't hide, you can't run

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

Respiratory beggin' for relief

I don't let 'em breathe

Goin' hard, I'm my own boss

Many ain't believe it

A feeling not an item

Appearing up out of thin air

Conquer everything that's in front of me

Now they under me

Rush to lead and respond

They strayed away, how a tunnel be

Took a leap of faith

Bungee cord about to give out

Nowadays whatever you say you gotta live out

Altitude have a parachute failure, we got a problem

Grow a set of wings or die when you hit the bottom

Never prayed to God, but never too late to try Him

Shots fired, Allen Iverson in the league

They say I ball hog and I'm not a part of the team

Breadwinner with these winners, built the regime

Taliban weapon in hand, kill everything

Amphetamines all for the state of a better means

I'm beautiful but known for the dope like Medellin

Don't act like you don't know

Know what I came for

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

You take one, I take one

You can't hide, you can't run

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

Don't act like you don't know

Know what I came for

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

You take one, I take one

You can't hide, you can't run

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

Dress in all black like a funeral

Murder, homicide wanna ride get residuals

Layin' on fire for residuals

365 when I grind for residuals

45 Magnum in the van wit him

Ratta tatta tat I let the blam hit them

I scream fuck the whole world and put a bomb in it

Finger on the trigger, tryna put my whole arm in it

I just want revenge, I just want revenge

We get it poppin' everyday

They took away my happiness

They try to take my head away

Don't act like you don't know

Know what I came for

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

You take one, I take one

You can't hide, you can't run

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

Don't act like you don't know

Know what I came for

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

You take one, I take one

You can't hide, you can't run

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

Perkies lyrics - Future

Pluto!

Yea. Yea

I don't play no games, nigga no facade

I got every car you want in my garage

She gotta fattie on her like Nicki Minaj

I copped a car and then I fucked her 'cause I'm naught

(Yea nigga)

I was ridin' 'round my hood with narcotics (Yea nigga)

I got 36 ounces in my pocket

I'm saucin' yea I'm hard to kill I got these mils yea

I took the gang off the planes and jumped on Leers, yea

I told the jeweler, told my niggas this our year yea

Zona stacked his first mil I'm so proud yea

Metro spent 3 on a crib he so out here

Ain't no sauce, ain't no loss, plenty more sauce, oou!

Push to start, man fuck them narcs, we take off

I got activis, color Randy Moss

30 chains on, ten rings on

Zona stacked his first mil, told ya I'm proud of him

Poppin' them seals, in Beverly Hills

My clarity clear (yea yea)

My diamonds are real (let's go)

Serve you some whip

Then take me a trip

I rap over scores, like it's a gift

It came with a stem

A thousand-one grand

I left in a Rari

Came back in a Lamb

I'm truly excited

My niggas get money (I'm that nigga)

Stash in the walls

All one hundreds

The coupe got frog eyes

I'll get ya hog tied

I know when one ride

Nigga we all slide

I'm trying to keep it so real with you

We kinda pulled off a miracle

We need some fresh new material

'Cause niggas ain't got nothing to live for

You can't be throwin' up money

Then goonin'

I'll keep it all the way real with you

I love to see when my niggas get money

I'ma keep it all the way real with you

Whole lot of loyalty, love, and honor

We gonna be hard to deal with

If you gotta put a hit out on your honor

Just know, nigga I'm still with you

Left, right wrist glowin

I can't keep it no more real with you

I keep codeine pourin'

Let me pop a pill with you

My young nigga locked behind the bars

I was trappin' first, then made myself a star

Baking Soda, cocaina on your heinous

Fuck being neutral, I'm exclusive

You can't find us

Cuban links, dipped in diamonds

Change the climate

That molly exclusive

Fuck yo bitch, 'cause she basic

I catch you hatin'

I'ma stab you up, like Jason

We got drug relations

Can't hear our conversations

We do home invasions

But that's just on occasions

Know what they do to snitches

When they sign them papers

Heard they found yo momma

But I din't tell 'em, "Rape her."

Rather have my dogs with me

Than have them in the cages

Make you get all of this pain

To feel the rock and cradle

Cut it off you fucking snake

You motherfucking traitors

My words will have you devastated but how can you blame us

You need to be decapitated boy you tried to play us

I'm having evil thoughts about you, better come and pay up

I'll pop a Desert Eagle at ya, ain't no one can save ya

Check my AP, I'm so loaded

Fuck yo bitch, she so bogus

My lil bitches yea

I buy them Rollies

Fuck yo clique, fuck yo OG

Stuff my blunts, three grams of OG

Shake 'em off, can't let you hold me

I came to stunt so hard on you, call the police

She swiped the cards, I fucked her with my brothers

A pound of OG, I smoke it I ain't sell it

I know some felons, take furs and melons

Buss down the prezi

Bussin' down a prezi

I hit the gas

Black ski mask

Stop acting

Going Bentley spazzing

Good addys, I can buy your baby daddy

Blatt, blatt, blatt

You don't want no static

Pesos lyrics - Future

Yeah

Title, title, title

ha-ha-ha-ha

Her little sister sent me the pic

Said, "Future, you're the shit."

Said, "Future, you're the shit."

Said, "Future, you're the shit."

Fell in love with the AK

Now a nigga gettin' payday

Cookin' up good yay-yay

Shout-out little Tay-Tay

Doin' whatever I say-say

You gotta do whatever I say-say

Put me on that waitin' list

Foreign coupes, I pop that

Young GOAT got right now, they pullin' off in that Hellcat

Promethazine that's every day

Codeine that's every day

Drift over like way-way

Had the young nigga doin' the Nae Nae

Big scraps on payday

Servin' on the little AJ, on Friday gettin' payday

Shout-out young Dae Dae

This ain't my main line, you callin' on my thot line

Hasta luego, I pulled up it's game time

I got the pesos, the pesos, the pesos

I got the pesos, the pesos, dinero

Squeeze trigger happy ass niggas, squeeze-squeeze

Tryna keep it cool, low-key, nigga freeze

Jack boys from around here, got crack boys around here

Ay, squad lit

Ay, squad lit

I told you came through in the clutch

She had her Hermès it was clutch

We pullin' after two by the bus

I bussed that bitch down like a Dutch

Teflon, can't be touched

Get that money like I'm in a rush, ooh

Told you I was Taliban Gang in the first place

ATL, yeah ATL, yeah that's my birthplace

Dollar sign, yeah, that's my earth day

If you ain't shinin' then there no one to blame

I drop heat, and they know when I came

I ain't tryna be defeated, I just wanna be greeted

Smashin' off the seat, yeah she boujee and she greedy

Fashion is a regimen, you wanna pledge allegiance

Taliban Gang have you bobbin' and you weavin'

We don't wanna keep it, we ain't nothin' but we even

Talking 'bout you leavin' bitch, you went and bought a heathen

Met up in a hotel with some Puerto Rican

And you know she freaky, yeah, yeah, a bitch geekin'

Peakin' out the window 'cause you know a nigga tweakin'

It ain't no pretendo 'cause you know I'm seein' demons

('Cause you know I'm seein' demons)

I got the pesos, the pesos, the pesos

I got the pesos, the pesos, dinero

You wanna know some' 'bout that 911 Turbo? Skrr

Ay, Pyrex in that oven, you hit that dope until it skrr

Cruisin' over town, nine to five with that work

Puttin' overtime on the grind go berserk

Fuck her all the time tryna make that pussy squirt

Talkin' down on a nigga, put you in the dirt

Goin' on the pound and I'm trippin' off syrup, ay

You see the way they duplicated?

You see the way they try to play me?

I had a plan and I waited y'all

On my way a new millennial

Got another Xan, it can't calm me down

Runnin' up them bands, new millennial

Spend it in a day, I gotta hit reup

Twenty bands a day, they gotta hear me out

Yeah, ooh, gotta hear me out

I got the pesos, the pesos, the pesos

I got the pesos, the pesos, dinero

Real And True lyrics - Future (feat. Miley Cyrus & Mr. Hudson)

Why did we go all the way?

What do we do, oh, when it rains?

When the sun dies and the stars fade from view

Our love will remain real and true

Through the distant (And through the distant) and cold depths of space (Yeah, yeah)

The radio sings our song (Yeah, yeah), it's a love real and true

Hold on, hold on, hold up, Future, what the fuck you doin'?

You can annihilate way more chicks than the chick you screwin'

You on top of your game, homie, man you a star

You got real bitches, they love that nigga that you are

They say you're like Jimi Hendrix, in his early twenties

You in Vegas, you supposed to be with a snow bunny

You a player, huh, you wanna come around and save her

Keep it trill, you lovin' her just as much as your career

You mad ill, I knew you'd be the one to keep it real

And I can't even lie, dog, when I see y'all it gives me chills

And I'm 'a stand behind y'all because I know the way you live

Aye just do me this favor, you give it time, time reveals

When the sun dies and the stars fade from view

Our love will remain real and true

Through the distant and cold depths of space

The radio sings our song, it's a love real and true

We've been in the same place, for a long, long time

If our hearts go the wrong way, I still know you're mine

Should we even try to fight it?

If our love is trapped in all ways

I know that things been rough

But when you're by my side

It's more than enough, yeah

For us to make it through the test of time

When the sun dies (When the sun dies) and the stars fade from view (From view)

Our love will remain real and true

Through the distant (Through the distant) and cold depths of space

The radio sings our song, it's a love real and true

Standin' in the middle of humility

Can't nobody never love you more than me

Can't nobody never love you more than me

If love is all you need, I'm all you'll ever need

I can never be scared of commitment

I can prevail through life without bein' malicious

I can't hold you for responsible for your mischiefs

I hope you are never huntin' me with vengeance

I'm not predictin' anything, I'm just listenin'

Congratulations, you made it, you coulda missed it

And I'm acceptin' your past but forgiveness

And with all the mistakes I've made, you're still listenin'

When the sun dies (When the sun dies) and the stars fade from view (Aw, yeah)

Our love will remain real and true

Through the distant (Through the distant) and cold depths of space (Yeah, yeah)

The radio sings our song (Yeah, yeah), it's a love real and true

RECIPE FOR LOVE lyrics - Strick & Future

Maybe it's my fault...

Wanna see you shine. I can dim your star

Recipe for love. Cupid shot to the heart

Moment of clarity. See you who you are

Yeah (Yeah)

Doing me bad, doing me bad, baby

But somehow I think you been doing me bad, doing me bad, baby

Doing me bad, doing me bad, baby

But somehow I think you been doing me bad, doing me bad, baby

(Don't say you love me 'cause with everything you do)

Maybe it's my fault

Around 6 AM, I always fall in love

Putting a lot of splash on Hermès sheets

Stepped up the fashion in Burberry

I shouldn't be spending this fast. Low-key

I do it in Harrods VIP

Chrome Heart frames like a nigga can't see

So much temptation lately

I'm putting all this blame on me

I'm putting all this blame on me

You shouldn't want me to lose

You should want me to lose

Usually you're picking up too fast

I send a text, "Why you acting like that?"

Got me tripping (Damn)

Girl, you're tripping

It seem apparent you ain't let go of the past

How we're gon' fix it, if we going tit for tat?

Apologized but it ain't change your reaction

Going crazy. I got it bad for you

I'm putting all this blame on me

Doing me bad baby

But somehow I think you been doing me bad, doing me bad, baby

Doing me bad, doing me bad, baby

But somehow I think you been doing me bad

When you say you love me, do you really mean you do?

If you really did, it'd show

Every moment with you feels new

But I no longer know

Wanna see you shine. I can't dim your star

Recipe for love. Cupid shot to the heart

Moment of clarity. See you who you are

Maybe it's my fault

Around 6 AM, I always fall in love

And the way you love, and you do everything

I need you now. Oh

(Shawn, Shawn)

I'm putting all this blame on me

Rings On Me lyrics - Future

Fuck the prosecutor and the jury

Went to court, had a million dollars in jewelry

You need to treat me like a king

You shoulda fucked me like a king

You shoulda fucked me like a king

You shoulda fucked me like a king

If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

You shoulda fucked me like a king

I'm taking ecstasy with the Hi-T

I seen the devil when I went to sleep

The feds taking pics, that's my ID

'Cause I stashed me a brick in a car seat

Yeah, bitch go big like yeah, bitch get hit, like yeah

Yeah, bitch go big like yeah, bitch get hit, like yeah

Yeah, we don't buy one pair, nigga gon' buy ten pair

Yeah, drinkin' on Act that's rare, drinkin' on Act that's rare

Fuckin' them hoes like a bear, nigga gon' hit that bare

Yeah, I'ma put lamb in the trap, it gon' make me put a lamb in a trap

Yeah, nigga we shooting on sight, niggas gon' never play fair

Yeah, diamonds light up real clear, now everybody wanna stare

Yeah, sipping on tea in the Bent, and it look just like a mint

Yeah, outside white and red, outside white and red

Yeah, might've had a ticket last night, and I'm on first class flight

Yeah, all my homies got bails, all my homies got white

Yeah, bitch want new Chanel, all I gotta do is go swipe

Yeah, codeine all in my cup, 'cause I live a rock-star life

Yeah, and ain't go buy no bitch no ring (ay, ay)

Unless I put them shits on me (ay, ay)

I'm boutta put 'em all on me (whoa, ay)

And ain't gon' buy the bitch the lean (ay, yeah)

And ain't gon' buy no more damn rings (No, no)

I'm boutta put 'em all on me (Yeah, yeah)

I'm boutta put them shits on me (Yeah)

I'm with the shits and you can see that (Yeah, yeah)

I'm with the shits and you can see that (Yeah)

I'm with the shits and you can see that (Yeah)

I'm with the shits and you can see that (Yeah)

With the shits and you can see that

Ain't smoking no back with you, I turn my back on you (Yeah)

I spray this MAC on you, I waste some Act on you (Yeah)

Two on the line, we drink it like it's jumbo juice (Yeah)

You bought a truck, now you gotta snatch the coupe (Yeah)

You tried to wife her, but she loving on the crew (Yeah)

She getting recycled, we gon' fuck her like she new (Yeah)

I told my dog we gotta get back in the stu' (Yeah)

We get more money, any other niggas prove (Yeah)

Man, fuck these hoes, we ain't got nothing else to prove (Yeah)

I got a pill if you tryna catch the groove (Yeah)

I put my trust in y'all, Metro and I got the juice now

Made so much money, he gon' send your ass through school now

I had to go back to my jeweler, I got the flu now

I had to go back to the jeweler, I got the flu now

Fuck the prosecutor, yeah, fuck the jury

Went to court, had a million dollars in jewelry

Shoulda fucked me like a king (Yeah)

They better treat me like a king (Yeah, yeah)

I fucked that bitch in new Supreme (Yeah, yeah)

I was the first to buy Supreme (Yeah, yeah)

I was the first to buy Celine (Yeah, yeah)

Look at my driveway, I got traffic

Even my side bitch, she got status

So I ain't shaking my behind, work that magic

Nigga, I'm claiming all my hoes on my taxes

Fucked her on a Percocet, she been in love from there, yeah

And if you selling Activis, I'll purchase your whole trap, yeah

See how they're pimping your national

Money come in, the fastest growth

My cars and my thots, international

Came in this bitch on the Adderall

All of this money, my problems solved

It's the typical issues that need to be solved

Gave her the game, no round of applause

I didn't get not a text at all

How you expect me not to sign it all

When I live a life like Escobar

When I call the shots, they never got crossed

Opinion on me, when I go in the vault

Gave 'em that bait and they ate on the sauce

I gave 'em that bait and they ate on the sauce

Rock Star lyrics - Future (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Super Future

Future Hendrix nigga

Rock star

Aight

[Future:]

All my ice and all my trees

All my bitches in love with me

Rock star life, the life we lead

Surrounded by a bunch of stars

My niggas rocking gold like we're stuck back in the 80s

I seen my first M and damn near went crazy

I went and bought a Ghost and tried to crash a Mercedes

I fucked this nigga hoe and almost made her my lady, hey

All my ice and all my trees

All my bitches in love with me

Rock star life, the life we lead

Surrounded by a bunch of stars

[Nicki Minaj:]

How I'm gonna come on it, I just cum on it

Another bitch, why would you put a bum on it?

Special Olympics, I'mma go dumb on it

No bike tricks, but I'mma stunt on it

A nigga talk slick, I'mma get Stunna on it

A phone call might, get a big gun on in

Who was on it?

Ain't a bitch in the game, that'll do what I does on it

Be clear, cover Marie Claire

Million dollar show in India, she's there

My own drink, Moscato Myx now

They seen Freaks, so it's pasties on their tits now

Cuban link up, queue the Brinks truck

If I was a nigga, I'd be getting my dick sucked

Diamonds on my wrist, di-diamonds on my wrist

Ask Jason the jeweler, I'm cold

Simon on my wrist

Centerfold, pussy's fatter than most

They gotta send an M, if she leavin' the coast

My bitches rocking gold, yeah we was born in the 80s

Chanel, Versace hoes

At the Mirage out in Vegas, let's get it

[Future:]

All my ice and all my trees

All my bitches in love with me

Rock star life, the life we lead

Surrounded by a bunch of stars

My niggas rocking gold like we're stuck back in the 80s

I seen my first M and damn near went crazy

I went and bought a Ghost and tried to crash a Mercedes

I fucked this nigga hoe and almost made her my lady, hey

All my ice and all my trees

All my bitches in love with me

Rock star life, the life we lead

Surrounded by a bunch of stars

Hey, hey cordless money, I was done rocking my chains

I'm taking all my bitches, they say they're takin' the blame

Don't love one more than the other, I love 'em all the same

I love 'em all the same

I'm tycoon status, I keep my hoes all in practice

Got money in the attic, making million dollar deposits

See I'm a Fetti savage, I get paper on paper

100 million carats, might give an M on a favor

That's a real nigga, bitch love a nigga like me

She ate that dog food, that bitch [?] it than me

Hey can you come for this money? Can you come for this dough?

Can you take off these diamonds that's hanging all on my rope?

I'm sophisticated, bitch she know I'm so bougie

Shoulda join a team, thinking of rolling the movies

Oh you like ball players? Ho you know I be ballin'

I'm jumping out the gym, I'm 'bout to fuck on some Ms, yeah

All my ice and all my trees

All my bitches in love with me

Rock star life, the life we lead

Surrounded by a bunch of stars

My niggas rocking gold like we're stuck back in the 80s

I seen my first M and damn near went crazy

I went and bought a Ghost and tried to crash a Mercedes

I fucked this nigga hoe and almost made her my lady, hey

All my ice and all my trees

All my bitches in love with me

Rock star life, the life we lead

Surrounded by a bunch of stars

Scammalot lyrics - Future

Drip sale

We got more drip

More, more, more, more, more

More, more, what I do?

Lil shorty broke my heart (skrrt, skrrt)

These niggas, they some marks (skrrt, skrrt)

Nigga, fuck the plug (skrrt, skrrt)

I made myself a plug (skrrt, skrrt)

Fuck it up in the trap, yeah, yeah

I just DOA'd a thot, yeah, yeah

Couple Dracos in the spot, yeah, yeah

All my niggas scammalot, yeah, yeah

Push, start, roll up, man I'm on my own

Come through with my doors up, man I'm in my zone

Little brothers froze up, and I'm comin' strong

All my baby mammas keep at least a Rollie on

When I'm on a pill, that mean that I'm a rollin' stone, yeah

When I had the crack, that mean that I was rollin' stones, yeah

When I got that gat, that mean I get my roll on, yeah

When I give her a stack I'm already knowin' she comin' home

You need to get your buzz up, yeah, yeah

I fuck like three strippers at one time, yeah, yeah

I'm rollin' three dices at one time, yeah, yeah

I'm just tryna wife you for one time

You ain't got no license, duckin' one time

I know you been triflin' for one time

Shit, if I had all the love in the world for you

Yeah, I damn near gave my girl to you, yeah, yeah

Before you take it, give some drugs to you, yeah, yeah

Hit the yatch and roll loud with you, yeah, yeah

Know, I made my nigga proud, yeah, yeah

I can't hang around no coward niggas, yeah

Lil shorty broke my heart (skrrt, skrrt)

These niggas, they some marks (skrrt, skrrt)

Nigga, fuck the plug (skrrt, skrrt)

I made myself a plug (skrrt, skrrt)

Fuck it up in the trap, yeah, yeah

I just DOA'd a thot, yeah, yeah

Couple Dracos in the spot, yeah, yeah

All my niggas scammalot, yeah, yeah

Shit lyrics - Future

Aye

Talkin' 'bout ya bustin' heads (ay), nigga, you ain't shot shit

Talkin' 'bout ya workin' clips (ay), nigga, you ain't—

Aye (Eardrummers, Mike WiLL Made-It)

Aye, oh, you done go and get all them guns, and you ain't killed nobody yet?

Aye, how many times you shot that motherfucker, nigga?

Aye, ain't nobody popped up dead?

Aye, thought y'all niggas was murderers

Shit

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit

Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit

All you talk 'Nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit), nigga, you ain't bought shit (Shit)

Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles (Shit), nigga, you ain't popped shit (Shit)

All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit), nigga, you ain't shot shit (Shit)

Spending money on these hoes (Shit), nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Shit)

Shit

Shit

Bought the ho a hundred pair of red bottoms (Shit)

That's a quarter milli' on a hand job, my nigga

Brrt, stick 'em

Fuck you and every nigga came with you

Go and put a nigga on a picture

Go and put a nigga on a T-Shirt

Back in the day, when a nigga sell dope

I'ma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole

Glock 40, woo

Turn up, turn up

My ambitions as a rider

Sippin' on lean, getting higher

Nigga, I'm a codeine buyer

No, you not a foreign whip driver

Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only

You never walk around with a lot of money

Hundred dollars fallin' all out your pocket

When you hit 'em in the head, can you keep it solid?

Bulletproof whip, we'll blow it up

Like some raw uncut dope, blow it up

Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up

I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit

Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit

All you talk 'Nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit), nigga, you ain't bought shit (Shit)

Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles (Shit), nigga, you ain't popped shit (Shit)

All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit), nigga, you ain't shot shit (Shit)

Spending money on these hoes (Shit), nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Shit)

Shit

Shit

Catch a nigga slippin' at the red light

With ya AK, let me see you shoot it

You a goon, you a goon, you a goon, you a goon

Nigga, let me see you prove it

Presidential Rollie and it's glidin'

Love a nigga wrist when it's shinin'

Hate a nigga wrist when it's blingin'

So I went and added more diamonds

Hot Boy, nigga, BG

That's the way these young niggas eat

Drinking on syrup, can't sleep

Keep it copacetic with your partner

Blockbuster niggas running 'round with real choppers

Nigga, what's the color of them bottles? They ain't gold

And you moving 'round with ya ho

You ain't even sticking to the code

Pimps up, pimps up. Hoes down (Hoes down)

A pool full of money and I'm 'bout to drown

I'ma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown

Button up suits at the Grammys

Had to turn it up for the family

Yes, I'm a Freeband bandit

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit

Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit

All you talk 'Nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit), nigga, you ain't bought shit (Shit)

Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles (Shit), nigga, you ain't popped shit (Shit)

All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit), nigga, you ain't shot shit (Shit)

Spending money on these hoes (Shit), nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Shit)

Shit

Shit

Shit (Remix) lyrics - Future (feat. Drake & Juicy J)

[Future:]

Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit

Talking bout a hundred bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit

All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Drake:]

Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there

So you know it's all good when I come there

I hear you talk about your city like you run that

And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there nigga

But I had to come through for the remix

On my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks shit

And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit

But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot shit

Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip

Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know

Yeah, I just think it's funny how they're dangling the bait

But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks though

And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating

I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It

Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing

I call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it

I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melo deal

You need to come to OVO for a better deal

Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mill

And niggas say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel

Nigga nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff

Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up

Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas

That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up

[Future:]

Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit

Talking bout a hundred bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit

All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Juicy J:]

If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit

I'm in the bathroom getting head from your bitch

And I ain't paying her shit

You want beef? You don't know who you playing with

I tell my pilot to land the jet

I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off

Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at

I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage

Your money funny like Jim Carrey

I got bitches that's super bad like Halle

And we still keeping that white like Barry

I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me

Nigga you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me

I got all this cake and shooters with me

Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece

What it is, my nigga? What it's hittin' for?

Where the car you were whippin' in the video?

Where is the ice at? Where is them pretty hoes?

You a fraud, real niggas already know

Broke ass niggas I can't stand them

I hit 'em with the cannon

I buying out the mall at random

Juicy J that nigga is fresh to death

Smoke 'til there is nothing left

Bail off and then I'm ghost in my Phantom

Slow Down lyrics - Future

Three hundred thou' when I signed it

Whippin' it off when I signed it

Droppin' the top when I sign it

Showin' it off when I sign it

I been at the dealership all day, you know where to find me

My bitches gon' have they way, I give 'em all an assignment

We spent 60k to sit front row at the fight

Went on vacation, came back and bought some ice

Order the private, put the choppers on a flight

Fuck them imposters, we some shottas in real life

I'm whippin' a giant, nigga my money's a giant

I fuck her tomorrow, nigga ain't never replyin'

It's one of a kind, this watch, it's hard to find it

I send out a kite, they all gon' end up dyin'

I send a out a hit to the charts, and keep on climbin'

Throw the Benz in park, I put a few squares on the Cayenne

She speaking the lingo, I met her at Dior on Rodeo

Yeah I'm one of a kind, you need to check out my portfolio

Bitch don't speak no English, bitch don't speak no English

Heard that chopper ringing, better not do no singing

Fuck these hoes in Phoenix, ain't got no more semen

Four door Lamborghini, you ain't never seen it

Shawty so predictable, can't keep it one thou'

Drinking codeine, it's getting hard to slow down

[?]

Put the cash in the wall and the ground, I never can touch it

We hit a few licks but "shh", we never discuss it

Free my lil' brother, he locked in the cage, he bloody

We can't be gang bangin' on wax

Niggas be false claiming, get whacked

You giving head shots, you better keep it one thou'

Riding for the gang, it's getting hard to slow down

And I told my brother Metro, we 'bout to change the whole sound

And before I go insane, I'm 'bout to change my whole style

I only had drove it once, after I signed it

I gave you help like a sponsor, I gotta remind 'em

I'm taking all my brothers and treating 'em with diamonds

I wouldn't be here today without my environment

Embracing my dogs like brothers, man fuck all these diamonds

I came from out of the struggle, it's cold and grimy

I came from Lil' Mexico, and changed the climate

I hopped on the G5, I'm thinking 'bout buying it

A half of million gone, soon as I signed it

The doors that go in the air, I look like a pilot

And I know anytime of day it get violent