Intro lyrics - Future
Abu! It's ya boy! Pop that shit, mane
(Popping? What are we popping?)
Man, pour up, mane
(Pour? What are we pouring up? X rated?)
I'm talkin' 'bout that Texas mud, mane
(Texas?)
Oh, my God, nigga, kickstand, mane
(Kickstand. Did we not say bicycles in here?)
Oh, my God nigga, I'm talking 'bout that dirty Sprite, fool!
(Oh, that dirty Sprite!)
Dirty Sprite lyrics - Future
I'm on that Pimp C
I'm on that DJ Screw
I'm on that Big Hawk
I don't know what to do
Pour up a 3 or 4
My Sprite so dirty fool
My bitch remind me all the time, "That drink will kill you"
One, two cups keep my ice cool
Three or four zips have me leaning like a fool
Purple Sprite on top of ice
I'm rocking ice on "dirty Sprite"
I feel real nice to be precise my jewelry on, high as a kite
I'm space cadet
I drink a check
I spit a check
Got much respect for Pimp C bitch
Hold my bitch, my bitch say, "Why I'm on purple shit"
My purple stuff stay in my cup
Got drank on me I pour me up
Texas oil got me spoiled
Red and yellow I'm leaning hard
I'm on that Pimp C
I'm on that DJ Screw
I'm on that Big Hawk
I don't know what to do
Pour up a 3 or 4
My Sprite so dirty fool
My bitch remind me all the time, "That drink will kill you"
I wake up leaning from last night
I drink my lean for breakfast
I'm on that Waffle House cup
RIP to Chad Butler
I got my favorite drink with me it taste just like some Kool-Aid
Pour me up a 3 or 4 gone have me leaning sideways
Well listen cold with screw up kit we be leaning always
Drinking all day, drinking tall cups I don't give a fuck
I'm trued up with two cups
They shook up with "dirty Sprite"
Promethazine can't get enough
'Til I OD you know what's up
I'm on that Pimp C
I'm on that DJ Screw
I'm on that Big Hawk
I don't know what to do
Pour up a 3 or 4
My Sprite so dirty fool
My bitch remind me all the time 'that drink will kill you"
I'm moving slow the lights ain't bright as they're supposed to be
My eyes heavy see what happens when you fuck with me
I think I lost my heartbeat for a second and a half
I'm on that Easter pink-flavored Sprite dirty flag
My ice in my cup filled up to the brim
Drink university even the teacher was a pimp
Church tabernacle drinking coffee like a pastor
Two cups filled with lean, we some "dirty Sprite" bastards
I'm on that Pimp C
I'm on that DJ Screw
I'm on that Big Hawk
I don't know what to do
Pour up a 3 or 4
My Sprite so dirty fool
My bitch remind me all the time, "That drink will kill you"
We Winnin' lyrics - Future (feat. Young Scooter)
[Future:]
My ice so rocky, got my body on cold
I got bad bitches 'round me everywhere I go
Winter, summer, spring, fall, I'ma change wardrobes
Gotta straighten out your stacks when them stacks won't fold
Ay
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
A couple fine ass dimes on my line don't chill
I go to Pluto, that's a sign that my ice all real
I got that water dripping off me from my neck to my ears
When them packs touch down, we run through 'em over here
Fine ass dimes on my my line on chill
I go to Pluto, that's a sign that my ice all real
I got that water dripping off me from my neck to my ears
When them packs touch down, we run through 'em over here
I set the world on fire, it's my hood premier
I got the lawyer in the studio to scrape 'em out the rear
I have a check for your mothers, it would take a month to clear
I'm throwing money in the air, bitch holding back tears
For my nigga June bug got life plus ninety-nine years
We popping bottles every day like it's a brand new year
I bought a Audemar Piguet and they're looking at me weird
I'll fly to Miami today to cop some fresh new gear
My ice so rocky, got my body on cold
I got bad bitches 'round me everywhere I go
Winter, summer, spring, fall, I'ma change wardrobes
Gotta straighten out your stacks when them stacks won't fold, ay
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
[Young Scooter:]
Finessing is a sport, you know my whole team winning
Stupid June plays on my way to certificates
I love the expressways, whole car stuffed with pigeons
Lifeless, I fucked her fifty thousand on the Bentley
One day, I made like fifty thousand of the midget
Same day, hit the jeweler up and go spend it
Next day two hundred fifty thousand on the Bentley
Thousand pounds, it take me just an hour just to get it
Two hundred bricks
Gimme thirty minutes, I'll have 'em to you
Remix, you can't even see it when you get it
Four, four done fucked up every check in the city
Freebandz, Black Amigo Gang, yeah, we winning
[Future:]
My ice so rocky, got my body on cold
I got bad bitches 'round me everywhere I go
Winter, summer, spring, fall, I'ma change wardrobes
Gotta straighten out your stacks when them stacks won't fold
Ay
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
Pour some water on me, dog, like a water fountain leak
Had a seat from Angola, you can't find us in the street
Keep a MAC like a computer, you little niggas ain't sleek
Heard of Rocky Balboa? Bitch, I got 'em on my wrist
I put the hood on my back went and hit me a lick
A street nigga with no patience need the Lambo' quick
Got the glitz and the glam, all that's missing is paparazzi
Hundred bottles of rosé, keep the champagne popping
Celebrate I'm a champion with Superbowl options
At the party, out the trap like gotta stay toxic
Got the money, got the bitches, got the cars and they're topless
Could've been off in this movie, nigga, but you was too busy fronting
My ice so rocky, got my body on cold
I got bad bitches 'round me everywhere I go
Winter, summer, spring, fall, I'ma change wardrobes
Gotta straighten out your stacks when them stacks won't fold
Ay
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
Watch This lyrics - Future (feat. Rocko)
[Future:]
(Ooh, Mercy)
Ay, watch this (ay, watch this)
Yeah, watch this (Man, watch this)
Man, watch this (Watch this)
Ay, watch this (Movie, movie)
Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'
Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit
Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get
Watch this
Ay, watch this
Watch this
Man, watch this
See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at
Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this
Ay, you're standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at (Future)
All these damn diamonds, man, just motherfucking look it (Shine)
Keep that shit a milli', I'd be lying if I ain't dilly
Got them True Religion Billies, pop so many tags, it's silly
My dog caught a thirty and they say he gon' appeal it
I'm blowing through the racks like a fan on the ceiling
She got that stupid brain, but my heart ain't got no feeling
I'm iced out for real, dog, pouring up, tripping
I'm slowing up my motions like my diamonds backwards flipping
My nigga rolling strong, we some motherfucking hippies
Got a hundred thousand soldiers, I ain't motherfucking slipping
I can wear my ice anywhere without no supervision
Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'
Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit
Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get
Watch this
Ay, watch this
Watch this
Man, watch this
See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at
Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this
I'm a cold-hearted criminal, everything flashy
Young rich nigga, all my hoes get nasty
Booty shaking bitches love a nigga with fantastic
See the money coming, I'ma flip it like gymnastic
Ten band jugg, that ain't even worth my glasses
Moscato and Patron Platinum, dumping out the ashes
Cold like Aspen, designer, I'm flashing
Fuck your baby mama like Kourtney Kardashian
Scotty call my phone, I be picking up laughing
Saks Fifth shopping, true story, I ain't bragging
I'd like to thank my jeweler, all these bad bitches I'm bagging
Check like mine, no talk, straight smashing
Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'
Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit
Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get
Watch this
Ay, watch this
Watch this
Man, watch this
See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at
Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this
[Rocko:]
Ay
Ay, everybody know my MO, money long like limo
Came in the game, I spend a mil' like, "Motherfuck a demo"
Ay, watch this, ay, watch me, ay, watch me wiggle this for 'em
Ay, watch me turn that one to two, then that two into four (Work, work)
I need all the extra I can get
Dismantle it, put it back together, ay, watch me remix this bitch
Ay, watch me count a couple hundred, watch me fuck up the lot
Ay, watch me pull that Aston Martin out like, "Look what I bought"
Ay, watch how everybody watch me every time that I talk
Ay, watch me walk with my limp, ay, fire, you know I got that, yo
Ay, watch me stand on the couch, watch how they react when
I throw this cash up in the air while they reenact me
[Future:]
Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'
Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit
Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get
Watch this
Ay, watch this
Watch this
Man, watch this
See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at
Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this
Pop Them Bands lyrics - Future (feat. Travis Porter)
This shit right here on Pluto
Yeah, them Pluto bands, man
Future
Travis
(Cut it up) Porter
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting no money
I'ma throw them bands
Yeah
You know them red bottles costing
Louis V be costing
We walk in the club, we be dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
Ain't telling no joke, I'm running out of loud
I'm popping them bands, they looking like wow, wow, wow
Ain't worry bout young nigga joking my style
I drop bands on a bitch, I can make a bitch proud
I can buy a bitch purse, one [?] at a twerk
I'ma gone go berserk, dropping bands on Syrup
Fuck scout, foo foo, young nigga getting murked
Got bands, got bands, got bands, got bands
That's all I'm saying, I'm saying, I'm saying, I'm saying
You thank I'm playing, I'm playing, I'm playing, I'm playing
And my little nigga get to spraying
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting no money
I'ma throw them bands
Yeah
You know them red bottles costing
Louis V be costing
We walk in the club, we be dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
Pop one, pop two, pop three, ain't nothing, boo
Thug life, like Pac boo
Bands on bands get loose (Yeah)
My money don't fold (No)
Smoked out, choked out
Everything black, I'm loc'ed out
Pull up to the club, then buy the whole bar
Keep it on my hip, can't keep in the car
Shining like a motherfucker, looking like a star
I pull in the VIP, busting down the 'gar
She just wanna fuck, 'cause she seen my car
You and her, menage a trois
Louis belt, she like that
Her and her friend, they're diking
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting no money
I'ma throw them bands
Yeah
You know them red bottles costing
Louis V be costing
We walk in the club, we be dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
So I pull up, hop out, cameras, flash
Bitches, pause, and they, dance
Say "What's up with you?" You see me? Oh yeah?
You wanna see some cash? I wanna see some ass (OK)
So why you fucking playing? (OK)
I know you see these bands (Don't play)
And they're gon' throw it too (Say what?)
'Cause them my fucking mans (They is)
See me, I'm throwing hundreds (I'm throwing)
Just 'cause I fucking can (I can)
And that young nigga, Ali, that's who I am, yeah
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting no money
I'ma throw them bands
Yeah
You know them red bottles costing
Louis V be costing
We walk in the club, we be dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
Racks lyrics - Future (feat. YC)
[YC:]
YC!
[Future:]
What you got? Racks on racks on racks
He got racks on racks on racks
We got racks on racks on racks, leg go! (Esco, nigga!)
Hey, I got racks on racks on racks (I got you, nigga)
She got racks on racks on racks
They got racks on racks on racks
Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)
Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone (Skrt)
Spend money when your money's this long (Racks)
Real street niggas, ain't no clone (Real street)
We at the top where we belong (At the top)
Drank lean, rosé, Patrón (We gone)
Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)
When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)
[Future & YC:]
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Niggas I ain't even tryna hold back
[YC:]
Gotta car lot in my garage
Got a condo down near the stars
I'm geeked up off them bars
Got a car I ain't even gotta park
No key push button to start
She ain't a dime I won't get hard
Got hoes that need a green card
Say I'm a dog but I don't even bark
Got 'em biting his swag like sharks
When I hit it I'mma knock it out the park
Drop beat so goddamn hard
Got kush, got lean, got bars
That Re-Rock hard to scale
Got bricks don't need no scale
I'm plugged in with the mail
I'm part of the cartel
That re-rock ain't no clean
6-2 hundred for a neen
Said fuck it all up on jeans
I'm a True Religion fiend
Got bands in the pockets of my jeans
Need a kickstand way I lean
Promethazine fiend
Styrofoam, Sprite and lean
[Future:]
Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)
Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone (Skrt)
Spend money when your money's this long (Racks)
Real street niggas, ain't no clone (Real street)
We at the top where we belong (At the top)
Drank lean, rosé, Patrón (We gone)
Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)
When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga I ain't even tryna hold back
No choice by force I was forced, to go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo, I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga, ain't no flaw
Young Future gotta keep that raw
I swear I gotta get at you niggas
I'mma need me a round of applause
Bravo, bravo, bravo
Bravo, bravo, bravo, bravo
Got a hundred thousand dollars worth of clothes
I'm froze, I'm froze, I'm cold
I keep me a big bank roll
I ain't tricking off on these hoes
These hoes bringing me they soul
I will never sell my soul
Cash out on all these cars
These foreign-foreign broads
Got a nigga living in the stars
I'm on my way to Mars
Got Keyshia, Pam, and Nicki
They all wanna do a Minaj
A1, FreeBandz-FreeBandz
We ain't never got to goddamn 'flauge
[Future:]
Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)
Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone (Skrt)
Spend money when your money's this long (Racks)
Real street niggas, ain't no clone (Real street)
We at the top where we belong (At the top)
Drank lean, rosé, Patrón (We gone)
Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)
When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)
[Future & YC:]
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Niggas hate me fall back
[YC:]
Gotta know I keep them racks
I stay counting them stacks
Them girls won't leave me alone
One fuck now she attached
Flow hot don't need no match
Sell work don't pay no tax
I'm turned up to the max
Don't even know how to relax
I drink so much damn lean
Had to wake up on a bean
Got racks off in my jeans
They busting out the seams
Got kush all in my lungs
Get high like Cheech and Chong
Eight hundred a zone
Ain't blowing it unless it's strong
She hate on my iPhone
Catch mine and then I'm gone
This girl want leave me alone
I can not take her home
I'm gone off them bars
Bitch I'm not a star
I'm driving foreign cars
Strapped up no bodyguard
[Future:]
Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)
Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone (Skrt)
Spend money when your money's this long (Racks)
Real street niggas, ain't no clone (Real street)
We at the top where we belong (At the top)
Drank lean, rosé, Patrón (We gone)
Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)
When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)
[Future & YC:]
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga I ain't even tryna hold back
Yeah Yeah lyrics - Future (feat. Tity Boi)
[Future & 2 Chainz:]
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
[Future:]
All-white bitch to match these all-white Louies
Millionaire frames, hand made. I'm just cooling
Kid so fly say it shines like a movement
Bitch say I party hard, told her I make movies
Popcorn kush, no strings on ya coochie
Pop a DVD in - rolling, cruising
Yeah yeah - yeah
Up there - where?
Wristwear - cold
Chandelier
[2 Chainz:]
You see me? I see me too
I just bought my girl a new pair of Jimmy Choos
I got a .35 stashed in my right shoe
I don't wear one, that's why they call me "2"
Getting to the money, I keep my Sprite dirty
Mama say I'm crazy, I spent 300 on a skully
Shorty wanna go, her girlfriend fronting
So I flashed a bankroll now her girlfriend coming
What's up to my 'migos, yea my migos call me "tito"
I got swagger like a d boy, far as kilos I need three more
No I'm not from B-more but I know that I can be more
And I'm so high right now, I make my pilot take a detour
Uh - I'm in beast mode, got Atlanta streets sold
Talking re-ing up when I say I gotta reload
Easier than saying my alphabets or shooting free throws
'Cause like A-B-C, D-E-F - bitch I'm on my G code
Playing with her G-spot, you playing with her pee hole
Shout-out to my bank account, it got a lot of zero
Yeah yeah - yeah
Pretty hair
Fendi stores
Lenox square
[Future:]
You see me? I see me too
Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too
We don't do no one-on-ones, we fuck 'em by the twos
Man, you just got on one chain - you know we wear like two?
Yeah
[Future & 2 Chainz:]
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah - yeah
[Future:]
Mix-match my ice like I mix-match my hogs
Black, yellow, white I change 'em up like I change clothes
John Juliano cover for my eyesight
Everything black, 'bout to kill niggas on sight
Everything fly, 'bout to take flight out of sight
Bad bitch my type, two dykes, two nights
Two rights, can't deal Future no wrongs
ReRock stone like Fred Flintstone
Drinking on lean, two cups Styrofoam
Two phones, I can't take these home
'Cause too many bitches wanna call my phone
Leave me alone while I get my lean on
Blowing on strong, sipping on 'tron
Throwing up money, ripping my zone
You see me? I see me too
Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too
We don't do no one-on-ones, we fuck 'em by the twos
Man, you just got on one chain - you know we wear like two?
Yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah - yeah
[2 Chainz:]
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah yeah - yeah
Yeah - yeah
Yeah - yeah
Yeah - yeah
Yeah - yeah
Never Been This High lyrics - Future
Yeah, I ain't never been this high
You ain't never been this high
I been fly since my baby pictures
Alligator on my shirt I been too consistent
I had a beeper in the kindergarten with a gerry curl
And I always got the pretty girls
I'm shining like VVSs. I was born shining
Matter of fact I should've been a diamond
My left wrist Aquafina and these girls I'm with from Argentina
Body flooded up with ice name a rapper cleaner
Came in photogenics sky ain't the limit for me
Turned myself to a astronaut, if you believe you can achieve
I want ya spot homie numero uno
And I brought a check with me bigger than a sumo
Blood Sweat Tears inside this rap as I flow
I know some niggas dead and gone want the best for me
And I know some niggas living praying for the worst for me
I seen darker days I know this ain't the end for me
That's why every chance I get 'cause I'm 'a give 'em hell
Me and my niggas we the last real niggas left
Me and my niggas we the realest niggas left
It's like my body made of diamonds, I can't stop shining
I ain't never been this high (I ain't never been this high)
I ain't never been this high (Man I ain't never been this high)
I'm shining over everybody around me (I'm shining over every body)
You ain't never been this high (You ain't never been this high)
You ain't never been this high (I bet you ain't been this high)
International future don't follow me follow my footsteps
Every pair of Jordan's done came out I had 'em 'fore they hit the shelf
Air Force One's I pro'ly have 2.000 left
I ain't gave away I'm donating Ralph Lauren
I had every pair of skippers from the green to orange
Yellow Blue White three stripes Adidas suits
All day I dream about selling dope like shooting hoops
One day you dreaming then you wake up to reality
First you lose your heart then your true friends disappear
I was already shining fore I got here
I told myself I'll get my feet off ground I'm going outta here
I'm taking some people I never would thought even be here
Everything I went through it's a purpose why I'm still here
Hard work persevere keep them people in your ear and them people in your rear
Me and my niggas we the last real niggas here
It's like my body made of diamonds, I can't stop shining
I ain't never been this high (I ain't never been this high)
I ain't never been this high (Man I ain't never been this high)
I'm shining over everybody around me (I'm shining over every body)
You ain't never been this high (You ain't never been this high)
You ain't never been this high (I bet you ain't been this high)
We On Top lyrics - Future (feat. Scooter)
[Future:]
Niggas ain't aiming at your chest, shooters aim straight for the top
I don't even wanna fuck these hoes no more man all I want is the top
Even in the winter time we cop these drops and drops in the top
Came from the projects and got on the grind shot straight to the top
We on top, we on top, we on top
We on top, we on top
They're sleeping on the seventh floor, thinking no no
They got 28 floors, we on the 28th floor
We on top
Lil Mexico the army, Freeband the marine
Some million dollars in the building when I'm on the scene
Flacko what it is, you know it's all love
Back to back Lambo, me and big cous'
Scooter got the 'rari making juugs and catching plays
Two cup, filled up, drinking on Aid
Throwing money off stage, standing on stage
Won't shop at Fifth Plaza, go shop in LA
International liking all my freaks exotic
1 or 2 commas on the tags that I'm popping
Gucci, Fendi, Dolce, YSL, picka closet
You can die paid, we got one, two options
Niggas ain't aiming at your chest, shooters aim straight for the top
I don't even wanna fuck these hoes no more man all I want is the top
Even in the winter time we cop these drops and drops in the top
Came from the projects and got on the grind shot straight to the top
We on top, we on top, we on top
We on top, we on top
They're sleeping on the seventh floor, thinking no no
They got 28 floors, we on the 28th floor
We on top
[Young Scooter:]
28th floor I got 28 sold
Whole thangs only, ain't no 28th though
Brick on top of brick they go for 28 for
Bales on retail, 400 I let 'em go
All these free bands I ain't gotta change no more
Camaro outta old-school, I bought off selling dope
Bentley coup and [?] finessed out Mexico
Bitch I'm Young Scooter, do what the fuck I want
All this damn money, nigga everything for show
To count a quarter ticket, G told me it's a go
Hustle, juug, and stack it is the only thing I know
Juug house bunking, Black Amigo Gang, gone
[Future:]
Niggas ain't aiming at your chest, shooters aim straight for the top
I don't even wanna fuck these hoes no more man all I want is the top
Even in the winter time we cop these drops and drops in the top
Came from the projects and got on the grind shot straight to the top
We on top, we on top, we on top
We on top, we on top
They're sleeping on the seventh floor, thinking no no
They got 28 floors, we on the 28th floor
We on top
My shades on
My ice glow
On VVS, dripping I got mojo
Fuck them old hoes, I got new hoes
Bitch on Insta turned up in the presidential house
I get top, I get guap, I love to get both
Drop head, what a time, Future gotta do the most
Astronaut smash off I gotta get ghost
Thousand dollars on my feet, the only thing [?]
President Amigo, hasta luego, send your pesos
We on the jet eating breakfast
On some fly nigga feel like I got feathers
Niggas ain't aiming at your chest, shooters aim straight for the top
I don't even wanna fuck these hoes no more man all I want is the top
Even in the winter time we cop these drops and drops in the top
Came from the projects and got on the grind shot straight to the top
We on top, we on top, we on top
We on top, we on top
They're sleeping on the seventh floor, thinking no no
They got 28 floors, we on the 28th floor
We on top
Upper Echelon lyrics - Future
I take the long way home, I took her the sneaky route
I'm doing eighty on the back streets, you know what I'm 'bout
We upper echelon, aye, yup
If it ain't that loud, loud pack, no thanks
If you ain't pouring up Actavis, up then I don't wanna drink
We upper echelon, aye, yup
I'm in the super Charger, these fools super fraud
I'm going extra hard, then private jet the squad
I go to [?], I I'm feeling like God
Shout out to Lotto Gang, I feel like a lotto ticket
I spit a ball of flame, I'm up in the Hall of Fame
My tango razor tame, I feed my killers cocaine
I like my music geeked up, hop on this money train
I'm higher than a plane, this shit ain't 'bout to change
I'm flyer than a plane, shit, I'm a rocket launcher
Chickens in the bumper, that's a chicken coupe
Oh, just do the raps for me, you know I do for you
We upper echelon, we gotta be careful how we move
I take the long way home, I took her the sneaky route
I'm doing eighty on the back streets, you know what I'm 'bout
We upper echelon, aye, yup
If it ain't that loud, loud pack, no thanks
If you ain't pouring up Actavis, up then I don't wanna drink
We upper echelon, aye, yup
Aye Yung Pluto Yung Pluto Yung Pluto
Yeah that's what she call me
I ain't fucking with ya swag shorty
Unless you think you all that
Lil Mexico nigga
I'm on that Keyshia Cole and all that
My swagger to the maximum
I'm running through them tall racks
Over 60 I'm on me, and you know we calling
Them loud racks
I'm in true religion in true religion
Nigga we bought that
When you up you up you play big
I'm a Freebandz nigga trust that
I'm drinking on that lean by the gallon
We ain't save the lean no more
Geeked up off this money
I don't even pop no bean no more
Got a different designer on me
I don't even wanna match no more
Fast money fast cars, I don't never go slow
Free my nigga Ty, I'm a real black amigo
I take the long way home, I took her the sneaky route
I'm doing eighty on the back streets, you know what I'm 'bout
We upper echelon, aye, yup
If it ain't that loud, loud pack, no thanks
If you ain't pouring up Actavis, up then I don't wanna drink
We upper echelon, aye, yup
Bigger than skyscrapers, I'm my own planet
Future Chris Angel
I can make the work vanish
I ain't gon' rap
Long as we got a understanding
I know the trap of the US Map
All the way to Japan again
Money ain't a issue took the Freebandz and
Expanded
My team we in this spazzing
From the gutter to the mansion
We play by the same rules
Don't nothing change but ya address
Extravagant nigga
So when I move I move sporadic
Got money living lavish
In a world full of madness
I go hard as I can go
Until I'm living in the palace
It's a swerve I should take
When them cameras start flashing
Trash bags full of cash in those coupes
When ya dashing
I take the long way home, I took her the sneaky route
I'm doing eighty on the back street, you know what I'm 'bout
We upper echelon, aye, yup
If it ain't that loud, loud pack, no thanks
If you ain't pouring up Actavis, up then I don't wanna drink
We upper echelon, aye, yup
Old Hundreds lyrics - Future (feat. Twista)
[Future:]
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
Fish parkay, numb ya face when ya taste
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
30K in the club, shit, you wanna play?
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
The money, the power, the cars, the love, the respect
Got a '69 Camaro 'round my mo-fucking neck
But before you hit a plug, you used to call up your connect
You could tell I fucking fish I mean I'm playing with a check
Got that money on my mind and it's easy to finesse
You got them racks on top on racks, that fish parkaying is the best
Rocking Cartier, oh yes, straight like chandelier oh yes
Aquafina clear, oh yes, Future outta here, oh yes
I brought the base with me, you could bet a cake on it
Got some old habits, ain't nothing changed, I'm still on it
Spent so much on platinum, the kid shoulda been on it
Put the money to ya nose, you could smell the dust on it
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
Fish parkay, numb ya face when ya taste
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
30K in the club, shit, you wanna play?
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
Got bands, got racks, got cash, got stacks
Got cheese, got cheddar, got mula, got fetti
Got pounds, got euros, got bacon, got scratch
Move packs, flip packs, get cash get get it
Get Grants, get jets, get green, get lean
Get Franks, got Macs, wanna play? We ready
Two stacks, three stacks, four stacks
Twenty mil', twenty mil', forty mil', we ready
One comma, two, comma three, come and get llama get
Llama gotta get a dog, gotta add up digits
Few fishtail I'm too exquisite
Parkay fish, you could try little fishes
All these hits until we spend a sack
And since you know we did it
Yeah we did it, too consistent
I stay with it
We don't do it for the fame all we want is guap
We don't do it for the bitches 'cause we been had blocks
Get that cash, get that cash, want it off top
Put that money to ya nose get some dust in it
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
Fish parkay, numb ya face when ya taste
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
30K in the club, shit, you wanna play?
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
[Twista:]
In the club tipping the bartender with the old money
'Cause I gotta keep the new money up in the safe
So I'm up in the VIP giving out old hundreds
You could see them motherfuckers been around the way
Out on the block, in K-Town with the hustlers
Made it out South, going pier up after tier
Made it to the bitches to the strip club
Inside the thong going hip up after hip
Dirty money moving around in the vicinity
If everybody gotta get it they be up in it when they're on the grind
This here my play money
Some money I made before '09
If I see a nigga talking about I'm broke, I'ma tell a nigga man please
I'm still spending bucks from Adrenaline Rush and my Slow Jam cheese
Bank accounts don't freeze, 'cause the flow is too cold
My stacks don't fit in my pocket 'cause the dough is too old
Niggas be telling everybody they be balling but they don't run it
New paper put up, because I got them old hundreds
[Future:]
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
Fish parkay, numb ya face when ya taste
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
30K in the club, shit, you wanna play?
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
On 2 Us lyrics - Future
I just bought a new watch
I think they're on to us
I got four or five spots
I think they're on to us
All we drive is foreign cars
I think they're on to us
Every time I'm in the club I'm with a foreign brand
I swear they're on to us
AP or Frank Muller I got choices
I'm in the car by myself I'm hearing voices
Lamborghini, Bentley Coupe, Bentley, Rolls Royces
Gotta the way entourage attracts the task forces
Hand the kush out the DJ booth make it rain
If they find out we in cahoots
Things might change
Gave the waitress Ben Frank for a drank
She kept the change
Is he rapping? Is he trapping? Bitch, I'm in my own lane
Driving down 75 in a foreign vehicle
On my way to my people
I close examine every vehicle
I can't say what it is right now
I can tell it something fishy going on
Esco and I smell it
I just bought a new watch
I think they're on to us
I got four or five spots
I think they're on to us
All we drive is foreign cars
I think they're on to us
Every time I'm in the club I'm with a foreign brand
I swear they're on to us
Spent 5 bands on a fit and wore it for three days
I got 3 main bitches ain't no telling where I stay
Hit the studio all day to stop myself from catching plays
I know the alphabet they looking for the rappers with them Ks
My life is more than a stage paranoid why you watching
Is you watching me preform or is you watching 'cause you're copying
Try to convict me on the ice: I'm rocking
Could it be my ears
Man tell me what it is all these damn designer gear
I'm 'bout to stop rocking jewelry I can't tell who people is
Just by looking in the crowd you looking blurry over here
Something 'bout to happen in a minute I can't tell it
Something fishy going on X-rayed and I smell it!
I just bought a new watch
I think they're on to us
I got four or five spots
I think they're on to us
All we drive is foreign cars
I think they're on to us
Every time I'm in the club I'm with a foreign brand
I swear they're on to us
Splashin' lyrics - Future (feat. F.L.Y)
[Myko McFly:]
All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt
800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work
All about my check I need my cash, first
Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve
All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt
800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work
All about my check I need my cash, first
Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve
[Mook:]
I be taking care of business, need my cash first
The weight man is my partner so we pass purp
We be chiefing Sour Diesel, I rock GAP shirts
You mad as hell at me, you came in last first
I'm 'bout to trade the Vic and get a Jag, vert
Or money, diamonds on me, had to splash, squirt
Shorty you's a teardrop, seen that ass first
There's plenty women on me, I don't chase skirts
These niggas in my lane, I just mash, swerve
If they say they ain't been biting they got some nerve
But I don't worry 'bout 'em, I just bend, curve
And if you 'bout your money than just say "word"
[Myko McFly:]
All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt
800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work
All about my check I need my cash, first
Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve
[Future:]
Out in California, you can smell it on my shirt
800 dollars, on drink and on purp (loud)
I splash, I squirt, I splash, I squirt, I splash, I squirt (hold on)
Yeah, I make the bitches go berserk (turn up)
Yeah, all a nigga do is get money, drank syrup
All a nigga do is drop the bands and get it first
Astronaut persona man I'm never on Earth
All this pimping in my blood, I make the bitches say "church"
Church, and the smoke 800
He ain't bet a 100 with a pocket full of commas
You a slow learner, that's a pocket full of hundreds
[?] baby, hundreds smell like ganja
[Myko McFly:]
All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt
800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work
All about my check I need my cash, first
Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve
Boy stay out my lane, side swiping, driving reckless
You collar biting niggas, man I should have bought a necklace (that right)
In the VIP, you know we buying out the section
The pack come in, its gone again, yeah, we move it out like Tetris
You know I tax work, I cap first
I'm really talking [?], we just going swag surf
I keep that .40 on me, I blast, squirt
Nigga tryna rob me, see the casket first
I'm doing 'bout a 100 when I smash and swerve (skrtt)
Weed be super strong, I'm talking gas, and purp
All these bitches on me, yeah they smash, and slurp
This money over all, yeah the cash come first, ay
All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt
800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work
All about my check I need my cash, first
Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve
[Lil Vee:]
Lil Vee, what's up? Not much, leg go, leg go
I just sit back and observe, I don't say a word
If you come close to my lane you might just hit the curb (skrrt)
I been getting my caps in, I can't help but splurge
Sipping 100 dollar lean, [?] on the search
Take it to another level 'cause I got the urge
Flyest nigga around like them dirty birds
You know we shut it down, like when you get off work
Just tell me what you want, my partners got the work
And even gas, 20 dollar fill up
I shoot craps, I made 5 bands off the [?]
Striking every day, I can't help but come up
I should sign with Nike, gotta run that check up
[Myko McFly:]
All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt
800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work
All about my check I need my cash, first
Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve
All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt
800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work
All about my check I need my cash, first
Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve
Much More lyrics - Future
Don't understand
Nah yeah they don't understand
It ain't for them to understand tho you feel me
Street the kid kid baby
Ay what we have ay what we have
True story
Astronaut kid roll some kush
Ay peep my signs yo
Now what we have once more than they can ever see
Ay we be rocking we be trusting elementary
It's been a century yeah you remember me
I hate to bring you up sometimes see I got kids shorty
And I won't want them to have the relationship we have
Miss laying through the pain you was always there
I set your heart on fire I put your love in the air
No matter if you hit the ground you went up in the air
Cloud 9 elevation ain't no limitation
For me this recreation to you this your creation
Ay you put the game on it
Every time I don't won't you
You always comeback
What we have is much more than they can see
What we have is much more than they can see
What we have is much more than they can see
C roll the kush
Get me a cigarillo now
We some rock stars
I put my thoughts inside these cups
My vocal cards stope up my words coming out doper waffle house
Pen and serve yes sir
I feel like a baby again all these baby bottles yes sir
Sip up like we had a lean party
Dirty sprite I even gave you a nickname
It don't take much to make you
Put u in a soda pop and shake you
Ice on ice we coordinate in a major way
Remember Texas to Detroit you get major play
The best cup secret it gon' be hard to keep this secret
When you make me feel this good
We gotta understanding and we should
The lean taste good
Taste like Kool-Aid
Oh yea my favorite Kool-Aid
You got the body of a goddess. You're a Amazon
I put the candles we don't need no cameras on
You like to read books well I'm coming up with hooks
U might not know I'm paying attention this a great look
You focus on your future I'm a focus on today
You gotta work today what time you go you go by 8
You punching on the clock you on the flow by 10
You more then a dancer to me more like my friend yeah
I got the win for you snatch the Benz for you
I'm gon' grab the range fuck the money and the fame I feel your real pain
I know the real you baby
True story
You can trust that who!
Win let me hear hit from the top
So Cold (Interlude) lyrics - Future
When I reach down my Tru's, I pulled out a big bankroll
As I scrolled down my contacts, I got over a hundred-some hoes
Here he go right here, hold on
What you doing?
Uh, kinda busy
What you mean "Kinda busy"?
I'm-I'm kinda busy, stop it (Shh, be quiet)
Who the hell you're talking to?
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Who is that? Future over there or something?
I Got Yo Bitch lyrics - Future (feat. Rocko)
Fuck you then goddamn bitch I don't need you
Motherfucker, you ain't shit!
Baby just calm down calm down
I'ma call you back in 30 minutes OK
30 minutes? Please come back
Please baby baby please please baby come back
I'll be over there in 5 minutes
Why you keep fucking on that nigga? I love you girl goddamn it!
[Future:]
A quarter million worth of ice I got yo bitch with me nigga
Whole brick around my wrist I got yo bitch with me nigga
When I smash off in that coupé I got yo bitch with me nigga
I'm throwing money out the roof I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
Jury got me high, I don't wanna come down
I'm fresh like a dope boy smoking out a pound
These shots cause a racket
Got designer on my back
Got them goons in the front
I make a hundred k a month
I'm a young boss nigga and I gotta prove a point
I'm kicking shit with yo bitch backstage smoking joints
Louie V around my waist, I'm an A1 maniac
I got the city on my back
I got your city on my back
I got these bitches on my back
They on the stage doing a tootsie roll
I controlled all my hoes, no remote control
She had your heart inside her panties and she let it go
I'm leaving out the club and I'm like "let it go"
A quarter million worth of ice I got yo bitch with me nigga
Whole brick around my wrist I got yo bitch with me nigga
When I smash off in that coupé I got yo bitch with me nigga
I'm throwing money out the roof I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
[Rocko:]
If your bitch pop up on my radar then I'm 'a fuck her
They be like "Rocko? Man, I hate that little fucker"
Better move her to Augusta if you love her
I fuck on the counter not under the cover
Damn babe we low key we undercover
She could stand low with you my nigga oh I love her
I fuck her in the runner I don't need incidentals
Only no deposit I could fuck her in the closet
Pull off exhausted can't believe you sproused it
I fuck her on the house my nigga how you house that
I let you niggas lay up, I just slam
If you don't give a fuck I don't give a damn
[Future:]
A quarter million worth of ice I got yo bitch with me nigga
Whole brick around my wrist I got yo bitch with me nigga
When I smash off in that coupé I got yo bitch with me nigga
I'm throwing money out the roof I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I'm lit up like a stadium
Balling on gymnasium
We're smashing in the coupe
I got your bitch I'm about to play with her
Jimmy Choo gon' stay on her
Another bitch gon' lay on her
Quarter million worth of diamond yeah you know I'm cold as fuck
I'm fly as fuck you know it up you little dots don't make enough
Go to Gucci buy it up a gram of kush I roll it up
My purple cup dirtier than her I like it when they steady
And I love my drank muddy
Do the dash with my buddies throwing money out the roof
It ain't up for discussion and I can scoop her when I want to
I can hit her when I want to
Future hotter than sauna
Driving fast like daytona
With your bitch turn the corner we at the W I'm putting it on
A quarter million worth of ice I got yo bitch with me nigga
Whole brick around my wrist I got yo bitch with me nigga
When I smash off in that coupé I got yo bitch with me nigga
I'm throwing money out the roof I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga
Stand lyrics - Future (feat. Scooter)
Mike Da Rock Man
[Future:]
I like to stand on 'em
Make a nigga drop them bands on ya
I damn near wanna put a ring on ya
She looking good with them jeans on ya
All because we can stand on 'em
Every dude with them bands wanna
I like to stand on 'em
Make a nigga drop them bands on it
You damn near wanna put a ring on a
She looking good with them jeans on it
[?] stand on a
Every nigga with the bands on 'em
[?] you get so much attention
You're perfect from the back you look just like a model twisting
I put you in a photo, your standing in Manolo
Fuck around and drop a bankroll
I take you out of this world
I wanna show you the world
You're standing like a horse
You need to get no trust
I put you right in that Porsche
We smoke the best of the kush
You sip champagne if you wanna
I got a real ass nigga in your corner
You looking good if you wanna
Ooh, ooh, everybody gonna know to shoot
I'ma tell the whole truth, I'm gonna tell the whole truth
I love the way you pose, I make your finger close
You ain't never gonna climb a pole
Uh
I like to stand on 'em
Make a nigga drop them bands on ya
I damn near wanna put a ring on ya
She looking good with them jeans on ya
[?] stand on 'em
Every dude with them bands for it
I like to stand on 'em
Make a nigga drop them bands on it
You damn near wanna put a ring on a
She looking good with them jeans on it
[?] stand on 'em
Every nigga with the bands on 'em
[Young Scooter:]
Shorty so bad in them jeans, that's just how I flex it up
Wanted to just get her a ring, but I can't get close to her
All about money with her, 50 free bands on us
20 free bands I mean I'm fucking with her
Young Scooter baby black Migo world
A million dollars still wouldn't make you my girl
I give ya anything and I buy you the world
In the game finessing nigga out here said
Fully loaded whips, we got checks on us
Jug with you baby, no body live like us
Ride through to Mexico, where I run bands up
Yeah, run your bands on her
[Future:]
I like to stand on 'em
Make a nigga drop them bands on ya
I damn near wanna put a ring on ya
She looking good with them jeans on ya
[?] stand on 'em
Every dude with them bands for it
I like to stand on 'em
Make a nigga drop them bands on it
You damn near wanna put a ring on a
She looking good with them jeans on it
[?] stand on 'em
Every nigga with the bands on 'em
Them citizens, the 7s
The way they fit your frame
I wanna have you to my self, I'm tryna show you with no lames
You shining by yourself you so much better than these dames
I wanna take you by yourself and go hop right up on a plane
Let's go play by the sea
Pick the brauds you can see
I like them Tory Birch that fashion and how they complement your feet
You so bossy you a boss
Bruh she shitting on Kelis
These niggas wanna drop the bands
And all she wants is me
Let's go lay up in a suite
Let's go sweep you off your feet
Let's go take a shopping spree
You like Fendi? [?]
You ain't fucking with BeBe
You look better in CC
I can spot you across the street
The way you stand is so unique
I like to stand on 'em
Make a nigga drop them bands on ya
I damn near wanna put a ring on ya
She looking good with them jeans on ya
All because we can stand on 'em
Every dude with them bands wanna
I like to stand on 'em
Make a nigga drop them bands on it
You damn near wanna put a ring on a
She looking good with them jeans on it
[?] stand on 'em
Every nigga with the bands on 'em
Pajamas lyrics - Future (feat. Rocko)
[Rocko:]
What is lean?
Future
What that is you got in that Sprite fool?
[Future:]
Ay
[Rocko {Future}:]
I pulled your bitch in my pajamas
I got your main thing giving me the neck (In my pajamas)
Wake up in the morning, thumb through a check (In my pajamas)
Yeah, I do this this shit (In my pajamas)
Yeah, ay (In my pajamas)
{TTG, fool, I hit licks} (In my pajamas)
{LOL} (In my pajamas)
{We gon' walk inside the mall and buy that bitch} (In my pajamas)
[Future:]
Rolling up the strong loud gas in my pajamas
Pulled a bitch baby momma, Fucked a bitch in her pajamas
Standing on the porch, pulled a bitch in my pajamas
Pulled up with the horse everywhere on my pajamas (Ralph)
Versace house shoes I'm inside the Porsche Carrera
Burberry boxers, boy this bitch look like Ciara (turn up)
She digging my demeanor fully strapped up with a barrel
Ralph Lauren white T this ain't American Apparel
Iced out in my pajamas, flyer than a sailor
Drinking lean by the gallon the lean man owe me a favor
Count the check in my pajamas I'm a major figure player
Spent a grip on my pajamas, my pajamas got flavor
In my pajamas, yeah. In my pajamas
[Rocko {Future}:]
I pulled your bitch in my pajamas
I got your main thing giving me the neck (In my pajamas)
Wake up in the morning, thumb through a check (In my pajamas)
Yeah, I do this this shit (In my pajamas)
Yeah, ay (In my pajamas)
{TTG, fool, I hit licks} (In my pajamas)
{LOL} (In my pajamas)
{We gon' walk inside the mall and buy that bitch} (In my pajamas)
[Rocko:]
The best part of waking up is going to get the lumber
I can't wait to get that lumber
I pull up in my pajamas
On my momma I do numbers in my pajamas
G&G pajamas I bought them in Bahamas
The cost a pretty penny (aye ' bout how much)
'Bout 6 hundred
Style on 'em, [?], think I'm talking funnel
I was [?]
I was fully talking auto
Fully loaded, auto (the car)
Fully loaded, auto
Shoot first, ask questions later
Nigga I be under
I live for the trouble
I pull up in my pajamas
A1 nigga my life fun
You would think we hit the lotto
Nigga we 10 hundred
Get money in our pajamas
[Rocko {Future}:]
I pulled your bitch in my pajamas
I got your main thing giving me the neck (In my pajamas)
Wake up in the morning, thumb through a check (In my pajamas)
Yeah, I do this this shit (In my pajamas)
Yeah, ay (In my pajamas)
{TTG, fool, I hit licks} (In my pajamas)
{LOL} (In my pajamas)
{We gon' walk inside the mall and buy that bitch} (In my pajamas)
[Future:]
Fendi boxes Fendi draws
Might be drinking Waffle House
100 bands, 100 dollar bills, stashed off in the house
Living above the law, in pajamas cooking raw
I catch a jugg in my pajamas, then we hop up out the car
The trunk. When the check clear, my trapping up to par
Stuff the kush in my cigar in my pajamas no facade
It's that time of month, with the broads
They're in the pajamas out in South Beach
I'm at the Fontainebleau pulling bitches in my Louis V
[Rocko {Future}:]
I pulled your bitch in my pajamas
I got your main thing giving me the neck (In my pajamas)
Wake up in the morning, thumb through a check (In my pajamas)
Yeah, I do this this shit (In my pajamas)
Yeah, ay (In my pajamas)
{TTG, fool, I hit licks} (In my pajamas)
{LOL} (In my pajamas)
{We gon' walk inside the mall and buy that bitch} (In my pajamas)
Speaks lyrics - Future
What up, it's the astronaut kid, the designer kid
Future and you rocking with me
Dirty Sprite, yeah
The drink muddy, nigga
I'm taking that shit to a whole 'notha level
It's been a motherfucking movie
It's epic, motion picture, understand that
Double salute to the streets, did it for us
A1 since day one, Freeband gang
Shoutout to the world
4 My People lyrics - Future (feat. Tasha Catour)
Announcements in apartments balling in the park
Ballers in the club who be balling after dark
For them project kids who jerseys living large
I gotta represent for my people
Even when your down when you on the ground
Gotta walk around with a smile
Gotta represent for your people
Gotta represent for my people
TOSH
All I know is hustle, grinding, muscle shining
So I ain't going home tonight
This for my own struggle making
Tussle just facing this what I call a hell of a life
A whole dollar worth of pennies cased up it's a Penelope
It's sad to say my favorite auntie is a crack smoke
But I would serve it to her now I'm tryna shake off for it
I been a star to her rapping a Celia
I'mma set the record straight I promise we gon' be OK
My auntie Brinda use to bring me mad customers my people
Had my back no matter what I gotta fuck with them
My nigga quin we might as well be blood brothers
Swear to God I ain't lying I love you just like my blood brother
I know you feel the same way on the God who judges us
Hit me with a text up online got my songs money can't buy
A real friends just wanna see you wrong come on
TOSH
All I know is hustle, grinding, muscle shining
So I ain't going home tonight
This for my own struggle making
Tussle just facing this what I call a hell of a life
Whatever girls do don't just show it at them
Every time I'm 'bout to leave that's when my girl start fussing
So just give most of my time to her for her
I wanna be able to buy her some chillings and furs
I wanna be everything that your heart deserves
I need to get rich my grandma getting old and her
To see my old lady in pain I know her bones aching
I pray is meant for you to see your grandson make it
Marc told me I was destined for greatness
I took a negative and made a great situation
I'm great at turning nothing to some you better act like
And even when you hungry
TOSH
All I know is hustle, grinding, muscle shining
So I ain't going home tonight
This for my own struggle making
Tussle just facing this what I call a hell of a life
I put my hoodie on my head when I'm in the vocal booth
I scream little Mexico my real people hold it out to
I heard some dudes acting funny
'Cause the kid getting money
But I'm making more for the same dudes that sound funny
I make my hood official true story I did it
We get respected in the streets like the mafia
Young future in the cut with tilapia
The feeling that you get to know your real niggas proud of ya
They know we hit them licks in the todium the pass for me
Spit that dog food on wax all they ask for me
I can barely breathe
When I was writing this I bet I go extra hard after reciting this
TOSH
All I know is hustle, grinding, muscle shining
So I ain't going home tonight
This for my own struggle making
Tussle just facing this what I call a hell of a life
Road To Riches lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future
You wouldn't believe this shit, baby
Feel like I'm going through a crisis, I can't let this shit phase me
I let the streets raise me, my momma tried to save me
I ain't been asleep in a decade, I'm damn near crazy
I need to see a plug, money is a drug
Tryna stay on it long as I have breath in my lungs
Had a talk with Messiah, everything about to come
Young nigga, become, you got the world in your palm
Call it Future Baby flow, well that's just some shit by accident
I don't rap 'bout spitting no sympathy
Pull strings, nigga, like symphony
The limit is the sky [?]
Astrology, I'm a astronaut forever, nigga
I'm ghetto and I'm clever, nigga
On the road to riches
I'm into cars and bitches
Don't let it affect you
Don't let it affect you
On the road to riches
Took many nights and days
Don't let it affect you
Don't let it affect you
I do cocaine, I be dripping on
I'm sipping lean, no gasoline
This gon' help my dreams, I'ma clear my thoughts
When I hit the scene I'ma come out clean
I can't fold, bro, this for my soldiers
Can't throw no names, that's a dirty game
Free Lil Boosie, love is pain
Love the game, but can't take the pain
I been the same ever since they unwrapped the whole thang
Fucking with my sanity, I did this shit for my family
It wasn't supposed to be this hard, I fucked around, start gambling
Shoot outs in the park 'til somebody call up the ambulance
I know some niggas that'll hit your head for a half a gram
Won't fall for anything, sacrificing who I am
I'm in a cheddar race, 'cause Asgard up in a better place
I'm in outer space, can't feel my face I'm astronaut, whatever, nigga
I'm ghetto and I'm clever, nigga
On the road to riches
I'm into cars and bitches
Don't let it affect you
Don't let it affect you
On the road to riches
Took many nights and days
Don't let it affect you
Don't let it affect you
Watch This lyrics - Future (feat. Rocko)
[Future:]
(Ooh, Mercy)
Ay, watch this (ay, watch this)
Yeah, watch this (Man, watch this)
Man, watch this (Watch this)
Ay, watch this (Movie, movie)
Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'
Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit
Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get
Watch this
Ay, watch this
Watch this
Man, watch this
See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at
Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this
Ay, you're standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at (Future)
All these damn diamonds, man, just motherfucking look it (Shine)
Keep that shit a milli', I'd be lying if I ain't dilly
Got them True Religion Billies, pop so many tags, it's silly
My dog caught a thirty and they say he gon' appeal it
I'm blowing through the racks like a fan on the ceiling
She got that stupid brain, but my heart ain't got no feeling
I'm iced out for real, dog, pouring up, tripping
I'm slowing up my motions like my diamonds backwards flipping
My nigga rolling strong, we some motherfucking hippies
Got a hundred thousand soldiers, I ain't motherfucking slipping
I can wear my ice anywhere without no supervision
Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'
Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit
Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get
Watch this
Ay, watch this
Watch this
Man, watch this
See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at
Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this
I'm a cold-hearted criminal, everything flashy
Young rich nigga, all my hoes get nasty
Booty shaking bitches love a nigga with fantastic
See the money coming, I'ma flip it like gymnastic
Ten band jugg, that ain't even worth my glasses
Moscato and Patron Platinum, dumping out the ashes
Cold like Aspen, designer, I'm flashing
Fuck your baby mama like Kourtney Kardashian
Scotty call my phone, I be picking up laughing
Saks Fifth shopping, true story, I ain't bragging
I'd like to thank my jeweler, all these bad bitches I'm bagging
Check like mine, no talk, straight smashing
Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'
Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit
Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get
Watch this
Ay, watch this
Watch this
Man, watch this
See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at
Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this
[Rocko:]
Ay
Ay, everybody know my MO, money long like limo
Came in the game, I spend a mil' like, "Motherfuck a demo"
Ay, watch this, ay, watch me, ay, watch me wiggle this for 'em
Ay, watch me turn that one to two, then that two into four (Work, work)
I need all the extra I can get
Dismantle it, put it back together, ay, watch me remix this bitch
Ay, watch me count a couple hundred, watch me fuck up the lot
Ay, watch me pull that Aston Martin out like, "Look what I bought"
Ay, watch how everybody watch me every time that I talk
Ay, watch me walk with my limp, ay, fire, you know I got that, yo
Ay, watch me stand on the couch, watch how they react when
I throw this cash up in the air while they reenact me
[Future:]
Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'
Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit
Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get
Watch this
Ay, watch this
Watch this
Man, watch this
See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at
Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this
Old Hunnduds lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
Fish parkay, numb ya face when ya taste
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
30K in the club, shit, you wanna play?
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
The money, the power, the cars, the love, the respect
Got a '69 Camaro 'round my mo-fucking neck
But before you hit a plug, you used to call up your connect
You could tell I fucking fish I mean I'm playing with a check
Got that money on my mind and it's easy to finesse
You got them racks on top on racks, that fish parkaying is the best
Rocking Cartier, oh yes, straight like chandelier oh yes
Aquafina clear, oh yes, Future outta here, oh yes
I brought the base with me, you could bet a cake on it
Got some old habits, ain't nothing changed, I'm still on it
Spent so much on platinum, the kid shoulda been on it
Put the money to ya nose, you could smell the dust on it
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
Fish parkay, numb ya face when ya taste
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
30K in the club, shit, you wanna play?
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
Got bands, got racks, got cash, got stacks
Got cheese, got cheddar, got mula, got fetti
Got pounds, got euros, got bacon, got scratch
Move packs, flip packs, get cash get get it
Get Grants, get jets, get green, get lean
Get Franks, got Macs, wanna play? We ready
Two stacks, three stacks, four stacks
Twenty mil', twenty mil', forty mil', we ready
One comma, two, comma three, come and get llama get
Llama gotta get a dog, gotta add up digits
Few fishtail I'm too exquisite
Parkay fish, you could try little fishes
All these hits until we spend a sack
And since you know we did it
Yeah we did it, too consistent
I stay with it
We don't do it for the fame all we want is guap
We don't do it for the bitches 'cause we been had blocks
Get that cash, get that cash, want it off top
Put that money to ya nose get some dust in it
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
Fish parkay, numb ya face when ya taste
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
30K in the club, shit, you wanna play?
I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way
Bishop Certified Legendary Speaks lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future
Speaking for a million, this is bishop
Official Certified Legendary signee, no mercy
No mercy is death before dishonor
No mercy is taken from the oppressed
Unmercifully keeping them hungry
No mercy is the judge chambers
Trying our children as adults
No mercy is facing two life sentences, plus forty
Which is psychological breakdown to the base
And causes a slow death or suffocation, and to steal your faith
No mercy is the systematical system programmed agenda at all costs
By any means necessary to kill, steal, and destroy you
No mercy is the system allowing our babies to die
Or so-called "justified slaughters" by the agents of oppressors
No mercy was, and still is Nat Turner, Jared Jackson, Huey P. Newton, and Bobby Seale
Thug Song lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future (feat. Rocko)
[Future:]
Living in the streets, taking chances every day
My people hit the spot, my dog go to trial today
In the plug, they give his ass thirty years straight
One of the goonies got ninety-nine for that murder case
Keep that strap and that tooly, 'cause I know it ain't safe
Smoking on Kush, tryna make that pain go away
Throwing money, can see the tears falling from my face
Throwing money, it's like the tears falling down my face
Couldn't see it coming down my eye, so I had to let the money fly
Couldn't see it coming down my eye, so I had to make the money cry
[Tasha Catour:]
And this the thug song, we had touch from above
We one the come up now, and it's a new day now, hey
And this the thug song, and this the thug song
And this the thug song, and this the thug song
[Rocko:]
Trapping with the gang, running up that green
Where I don't pay gold, so you know I took a chance
I done stacked a couple Ms, I done lost a couple friends
But I don't give a damn, I swear, I'd do it all again
I done sold a couple drugs, finessed a couple plugs
My nigga asked me if I care, I said, "I don't give a fuck."
I done bust a couple moves, I bust a couple tools
Ain't shit changed, find me, I'ma bust at you
Pay cash for all my cars, done fucked all of the stars
Who woulda thought a trap boy make it this far?
The hood on my back, the streets show me love
Shout out to all my thug, I do this shit for us
[Tasha Catour:]
And this the thug song, we had touch from above
We one the come up now, and it's a new day now, hey
And this the thug song, and this the thug song
And this the thug song, and this the thug song
[Future:]
Let's toast it up for all my thugs on they way back home
Let's toast it up for all my thugs, my people dead and gone
I wish my nigga Loco was right here to hear my song
I got blood, sweat, and tears inside my tone
If I never got to mention, I'm proud of me
I get more money than a student with a college degree
I pop out, like it's water, and it's staring to me
My La Familia is deep, you can never see me
I keep designers on my face, 'cause I stay as high as can be
I got some real bad nerves, and I still'll serve
We roll the dice and shake 'em up, and let 'em go off the curb
This for them little Mexico niggas, [?]
[Tasha Catour:]
And this the thug song, we had touch from above
We one the come up now, and it's a new day now, hey
And this the thug song, and this the thug song
And this the thug song, and this the thug song
Lil Mexico Lingo lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future (feat. Young Scooter)
[Future:]
I got 31,000, Mexico lingo
Future selling dope, that's that Mexico lingo
10 on an auti, Mexico lingo
You not an astronaut, that's the Mexico lingo
If you say 100, I say a thousand
When you got the racks like me, the money keep piling
I don't write in the booth, I'm just freestyling
When your lingo turn up, you can freestyle it
Most of my niggas draped up, like we from the islands
With these Freebands, I'm 'a try to buy an island
Flyer than a pilot, and the co-pilot
Yeah, that's gotta be me
I got 31,000, Mexico lingo
Future selling dope, that's that Mexico lingo
10 on an auti, Mexico lingo
You not an astronaut, that's the Mexico lingo
Keep that gun with me, I got that heavy
Louie on my luggage, I keep the automatic
Snacking on swag, I see you niggas try to snatch it
Gigantic, Titanic, my diamonds wet like the Atlantic
Geronimo swagging, I see you got panoramic
The world is FBG, young Future copped the planet
Black boy, white boy, all them niggas got me talking Spanish
Holy Guapomoli, speak so well, you can't understand it
I got 31,000, Mexico lingo
Future selling dope, that's that Mexico lingo
10 on an auti, Mexico lingo
You not an astronaut, that's the Mexico lingo
[Young Scooter:]
That Mexico lingo, see them niggas tryna steel it
They watching and observing, they see the hoes dig it
Anything Scooter say, probably worth a million
Finessing like a fool, racks taller than a building
My Migos, my friends, all we do is talk millions
Casino, Future, and Mexico Ran getting it
In love with money, I just can't stop getting it
Freebands all day, that's the only way we living
[Future:]
I got 31,000, Mexico lingo
Future selling dope, that's that Mexico lingo
10 on an auti, Mexico lingo
You not an astronaut, that's the Mexico lingo
Built To Last lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future (feat. Young Dose)
[Young Dose:]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
[Future:]
Went to sleep on Ferragamo
Got a closet for a condo
I might wake up in a penthouse like I'm inside Neiman Marcus
Popping tags and I'm heartless
I'm a hustler and a artist
I roll me up a forest
I can freestyle a portrait
A couple hundred thou' cash, coming for the fortunes
I'm living in the skybox, Louis V, Porches
Purple drink endorsing, horseshoe, no horses
Six gear Porches, y'all niggas extorting
Lesson for a check, Corvette on my neck
Catch me running to the guala, bet I won't break a sweat
Bad bitches, good sex, good bottom, good neck
Give her two thumbs up, real niggas rock baguettes
[Young Dose:]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
It's like peace up, A down
Rich nigga, cash cow
My ice, bling-blaow
Fuck later, we eating now
Stack white boys, Ace Miles
Make it rain like grey clouds
Bad bitch, front seat, ass up, face down
Fear the black cats, I'm superstitious
Swagger right, true to my religion
Glass pot, metal fork, whole block water whipping
Haters hate every day, wishing they could play my position
Came up without a pot to piss in
Bent ends we hitting
Foreign coupes, we whipping
Playing around, your ass end up missing
Dunked out, found by a fisherman
Smoke your ass like a swisher
Rose by the pitcher, got lean by the liter
Treat every day like it's my birthday
Fresh like every day we [?]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
[Future:]
You living in the past, I'm making moves for my kid's kids
New era, no lens, put piranhas on your wig
You will never think again, your whole face sinking in
Put your brain in the wig
At the bottom of the lake pussy niggas can't swim
At the top of the fountain, you tryna soak it in
Banging on this Colombian chick, I'm praying for my sins
Can't fold in the trenches, won't break, won't bend
[?]
Future setting trends
Let him blossom, no kid
Paper tags, wipe me off
Poor nigga, high class
No Pistol, no mask
Future coming for your stash
Went to sleep counting cash, woke up in a Jag
[Young Dose:]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
Code We Honor lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future
Kno Mercy
Signin' two cups in this bitch
(Bobby Black)
(Corona)
Benjamin BMG
(The Grand Wizard)
The code we honor, fuck your honor
I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin
A flock of [?] rule the nation
From rags to riches, that's my destination
The code we honor, fuck your honor
I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin
A flock of [?] rule the nation
From rags to riches, that's my destination, final destination
One nation earn the mula, fetty
You can keep the cameras rollin', I don't need no edit
We give back to the streets, but won't take no payment
Say once you unleash a beast, a lotta blood gettin' shed
Spill the ammunition on the ice when I wear it
Drape like a crystal ball over a thousand of carats
Feel like a billionaire boy, take my cup in Paris
On the flight, thinkin' 'bout them long nights servin' K
Cross my heart, hope to die, in the sky, livin' legend
Granted me the gift to God, I'ma do it with a passion
Over two hunnid on the dash, bitch, catch me when I'm passin'
I grab the cup [?]
The code we honor, fuck your honor
I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin
A flock of [?] rule the nation
From rags to riches, that's my destination
The code we honor, fuck your honor
I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin
A flock of [?] rule the nation
From rags to riches, that's my destination, final destination
Ain't got nothin' to prove, everything for sale
I been the fuckin' fool, and I'm well prepared
We got lots of paper, we don't want no friends
Keep my circle tight, I don't want you in
Roll the credits, dawg, we the main stars
All the times you looked down, look up, we done came far
Ain't no [?] team, I'm with my same squad
Cheated a million times, I'm with my same broad
See, I ain't take her virginity, but I took her heart
See, I'm in love with money, we'll will never go out
We just some niggas together when times became hard
They murdered Hard Nard, my heart forever scarred
The code we honor, fuck your honor
I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin
A flock of [?] rule the nation
From rags to riches, that's my destination
The code we honor, fuck your honor
I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin
A flock of [?] rule the nation
From rags to riches, that's my destination, final destination
My cousin on parol
I'm constantly on the road
Get twenty thousand for a walk through
Gettin' paid for Molly and gold
Enough slang I could write me a dictionary
My combo is extraordinary
We speakin' and they call us legendary
Let my thoughts free, evolutionary
Won't break my silence, I go out ridin'
We international, my G, I can't even hide it
We'll never touch the ground no more, I promise I'm the flyest
They can't deny it, I'm bigger than Goliath
My empire, hard times expired
My attire, rap style
Body covered up in VVS's, feel baptized
My lifestyle is extravagant, I ain't never satisfied
Saint Woo found his appeal, and I hope he just defy it
The code we honor, fuck your honor
I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin
A flock of [?] rule the nation
From rags to riches, that's my destination
The code we honor, fuck your honor
I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin
A flock of [?] rule the nation
From rags to riches, that's my destination, final destination
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