True Story (Intro) lyrics - Future
Abu, it's your boy
Ay, yo the Sprite's good
I'm-I'm sick of that man coming in, every day
Ordering up all the Sprites in the store
Listen, we got a new project coming up, though Abu
True story, for start
Don't start that shit Abu
I'm still a dirty Sprite, I'm still a dirty Sprite
Come and get your
Freebandz ordering up all the Sprite, true story
I know what dirty Sprite is
I know what you're doing with these Sprites, don't lie
Freeband Gang lyrics - Future (feat. Skool Boy)
You suckers wouldn't understand, it's a man thing (It's some big dog shit) Y'all just saying things
(Y'all just talking out your mouth) I'ma show who really ran things
I just joined the Freeband Gang
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, yeah
I just joined the Freeband Gang
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, yeah
I just joined the Freeband Gang
Designers on my face cause I will never see a hater 50,000 dollars worth of jewelry, future, tailored
Gucci aviator, I stay high than elevators kings, Jacksons, Jones you know the Mexico I'm major
Commando guns only freebands can save ya, transformal cars pulling up in some in place
We got that freeband money and we got that long paper tossing up yo baby mama with no conversation
She like the way I flex with my astronaut persona, I rather take my shoes off if it ain't Dolce & Gabbana
Two cups filled up, we drank, strong marijuana, what's the use of having muscles if you can't flex all summer
You suckers wouldn't understand, it's a man thing (It's some big dog shit) Y'all just saying things
(Y'all just talking out your mouth) I'ma show who really ran things
I just joined the Freeband Gang
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, yeah
I just joined the Freeband Gang
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, yeah
I just joined the Freeband Gang
Ugh I'm on my slug boo and shit, it's cold out here, I got on Ugg boots and shit
And future they hating they just love doing them but I'll rock that crew thug boo and them
And I be nutting up know homo, ya girl just gave me her throat no vocals
And skooly well protected by them thugs (rubber) like Franklin I am tired of the hugs I wanna fuck her
It's skateboard skooly and rk kaelub it's rich kids for life we on a rk way up
They say they seen Skooly pulling up in that lam thang, now meet the new member of Freeband Gang
You suckers wouldn't understand, it's a man thing (It's some big dog shit) Y'all just saying things
(Y'all just talking out your mouth) I'ma show who really ran things
I just joined the Freeband Gang
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, yeah
I just joined the Freeband Gang
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, yeah
I just joined the Freeband Gang
Magic lyrics - Future
Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving Magic
Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I made the work disappear, call it magic
Sipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic
Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving Magic
Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I made the work disappear, call it magic
Sipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic
Voilà magic, voilà magic, voilà magic, voilà magic
On my way to Aspen, I forgot to do my taxes
Call up my accountant, he gon' make it do magic
Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport
Way I smoked the blunts man I burned 'em up like Newport
Fifty thousand dollars on superstar attire
K.E. and Young Future bringing them fire
All this damn cash make a bitch wanna retire
Gotta drop a half a brick if you wanna put me on a flyer
Excuse me but my lingo crazy
See these diamonds ain't none of 'em fugazi
Two bad bitches wanna fuck me to Grady's
A young G in a brand new Mercedes
Turn out the lot I'mma do a 180
For the haters I'mma go ahead and do it 360
Drinking on a Sprite got lean all in it
I'm a astronaut nigga better trust my pimping
Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving Magic
Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I made the work disappear, call it magic
Sipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic
Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving Magic
Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I made the work disappear, call it magic
Sipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic
Voilà magic, voilà magic, voilà magic, voilà magic
Billionaire boy that's true inspiration
Learned the Astronaut Kid, no such thing as limitation
Flying down 20 in the motherfucking spaceship
Just left Magic in the motherfucking basement
Two bitches trailing in a Bimmer out of Germany
Gotta thing for me, they wanna sing for me
They like my energy, I'm an embassy
I know tricks like Criss Angel
I don't trick but I could make you famous
You could disappear from your past life
You will re-appear and go outta sight
I'm Pluto talking, Jimmy walking when you walking
I used to be fly but now I'm hawking
I was an Earthling now I'm sci-fi
Wallah, I stay high
My bitches on they high horse
I double back like two cups
And crawl out in that new Porsche
Ain't No Way Around It lyrics - Future
Ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it
A bitch gon' be a bitch, a ho gon' be a ho
A killer gon' be a killer, that's something you need to know
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
A dealer gon' be a dealer, a plug gon' be a plug
My niggas, them my niggas, they just like blood
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
I had a young, hot thang fucked my bro and gave 'em brain
And she expect for me to love her, I can never be a lame
I'm attracted to her sexually, but she ain't my main dame
We can be the best of friends, shorty, but you off the chain
See I ain't gon' hold it against ya, I'ma keep it pimping with ya
Don't you come at me with issues, ain't tryna get all in your mixture
I ain't tryna come to get ya, you can meet me somewhere on Peachtree
At the W on the Fourteenth, ain't tryna fuck no ho tryna know me
And they wanna fuck my whoadie, already smashed the homie
Half of these bitches phony, singing love songs like Toni
Ms. Braxton you the action, stop acting
Just another sad love song waiting to happen
A bitch gon' be a bitch, a ho gon' be a ho
A killer gon' be a killer, that's something you need to know
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
A dealer gon' be a dealer, a plug gon' be a plug
My niggas, them my niggas, they just like blood
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
Strapped with that flame and he ready to bust a brain
You can't tell the homie nothing, he done felt too much pain
He don't care nothing 'bout no fame, he addicted to the game
Some niggas rob, some niggas slang, do whatever to maintain
Travel all the way to Waco, get them numbers for the low-low
Bigger the risk, the bigger the check, we watch for po-po
Make sure you keep your eyes on when you're driving down 1-0
That interstate ain't no joke when you're riding with Coco
When you got hands like these you can count money with your eyes closed
When you spend cheese like this you send killers to niggas front door
Half of these niggas front fo', bitches for extra convo
Really plugged in with migo, go blind and still get c-notes
A bitch gon' be a bitch, a ho gon' be a ho
A killer gon' be a killer, that's something you need to know
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
A dealer gon' be a dealer, a plug gon' be a plug
My niggas, them my niggas, they just like blood
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
Tony Montana lyrics - Future
Fucking cockroaches
Motherfucking freebands
Want me to be the bad guy?
Wanna fucking play?
Cartel nigga!
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up out my ears
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I'm about to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I take over the streets, Fresh off the banana boat
I come straight from the east
Where niggas split your cantaloupe
You tell me where you want to meet
I'm coming with a gang of dope
My cigar full of loud
I'm laced up to the fucking fo'
A Porsche Carrera, Panamera, 911
I do the whole dash
Dropping all cash
Gutter to the death of me
I'm sticking to the recipe
Slug, deal with Colombians
I know Sosa
All I got is my balls
And my word, fuck the roaches
Everything we do, we put
Versace on the sofas
The money got me geeked
Like I took a hit of coca
My life is a movie
I gotta stay focused
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up out my ears
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I'm about to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Another shot of Quelo
She'll be coming back to pesos
When your blood in Pedro
It's hard for hoes to let go
See AKs ain't no pitch
Nigga I'll split your tato
Ain't nothing about me ordinary
I come with the yayo
I move like a mob boss
It's gonna take an army
The world is mine, nigga
You get it if you want it
You fucking with me, you'll
Move to Alaska by the morning
You want me to be the bad guy?
OK, it's on then
Champagne spilling, crab cakes everywhere
My white bitch tripping
She say I ain't playing fair
I'm about to cop a tiger
And put it in the castle
Freebandz accompany it
So nigga it don't matter, aye!
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up out my ears
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I'm about to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Helicopter in Bolivia, hundred-round banana
25 cameras, I done broke the knob off
All white Porsche, you leave me no fucking choice
Peruvian flight I'm on the way to see my jeweler
Walk inside the bank with so much cash they gon' refuse us
Don't nun around dis bitch move unless you get approval
I need a driver to drive me around how I maneuver
I'm so fucking high right now feel like I'm in Jerusalem
You holling A1 A1 'cause ain't none of this gon' lose it
Anytime you see me smoking low or smoking super
I would keep it real, I can tell you who the shooter
All this fucking sauce, I really think I come from Cuba
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up out my ears
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I'm about to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You wanna play?
Bigger Picture lyrics - Future (feat. Shawty Lo)
[Future:]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my nigga dead, God bless his soul, yeah
Ever since my grand daddy died (what), I ain't been the same nigga (nope)
And sickle cell (where) all inside my little sister
I'm fucked up inside, put more lean inside my system
Every day I tell God I wish Snoop was still living
I ain't forgot about ya nigga, Free band gang winning
I do shit for Lonzo, a junky stabbed my nigga
That could of been me serving, you don't know the half my nigga
The weight I'm dealing with, I just might start killing shit
I hit the studio vibing, spitting the realest shit
I should've seen a psychiatrist, I was built for this
On the road of riches ain't about a bitch
No DVSs, no wink and kiss, paid dues are overdue
This shit ain't 'bout my neck or wrist, real shit (true story)
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my nigga dead, God bless his soul, yeah
[Shawty Lo:]
It ain't all about the glitter and the gleam it ain't what it seem, yeah
But I'm grinding like a blender, I'm a whip it 'til I get that cream, yeah
I keep it G who keep it G with me, I fuck with who gon' fuck with me, yeah
It ain't all about these bitches, death to you snitches, I'll die by these riches, yeah
I'm on a counter ship with Ceelo
Rest in peace to Prime
And free my nigga Auto, yeah
You niggas wanna be Lo, but you can never be Lo, 'cause you can never see Lo, yeah
[Future:]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my nigga dead, God bless his soul, yeah
Thousand dollar shots on my face, I'm cooling it
I rock the gold, keeping it basic it ain't 'bout the gliss
I want the type of check I can make my niggas rich
A lot of people talk that loyalty don't know what it is
Have you ever been so broke you don't even wanna live?
So fucked up to the point that funerals can share the tears
Gotta grind so fucking hard the shit bring you to tears
Forgot to call my momma on her birthday God bless the kid
Phone barely ringing now it's ringing 'til it's dead
I'm 'bout to run them Ms up mother fuck the feds
Got my money in a wall, ain't fucking up my bread
I had a talk with the Most High and this is what He said
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my nigga dead, God bless his soul, yeah
Show Money lyrics - Future (feat. Young Scooter)
Freebandz Taliban yeah
Freebandz Scooter in this bitch
[Future:]
When you top the charts niggas wanna start beef
I blew 50k this week and I did it for the streets
Fuck the show money nigga, fuck the show money nigga
I do it for the fans all my niggas with the bands
The bad bitches everywhere they love me I ain't playin' (they love the kid)
Fuck the show money nigga, fuck that show money nigga
I just topped the charts and I'm still duckin' narcs
Madness dropped the car I drive it like a Golf cart
I got Phipps plaza in my trunk and on my backseat
Ain't nothing 'bout me cheap I blow 50 thou this week (racks)
And 'bout 20 in my sleep, for my niggas who got caught up in the street?
I got goons who put [?]
Now ya scared to go to sleep
Now don't get into the beef 'cause the shits too fuckin' weak
'Cause I rather fuck a freak give her right back to the streets
[?] I'm commander and the chief
Flow a million me a G, Casino and Ali
Freebandz is the gang nigga fuck the industry
When you top the charts niggas wanna start beef
I blew 50k this week and I did it for the streets
Fuck the show money nigga, fuck the show money nigga
I do it for the fans all my niggas with the bands
The bad bitches everywhere they love me I ain't playin' (they love the kid)
Fuck the show money nigga, fuck that show money nigga
[Young Scooter:]
Sandy in my right pocket fuck some show money
Free bands we the definition of money
Street niggas gotta switch up your hustle
Them folks watching, niggas snitching, streets watching
The pressure on, he can't take it he gone fold
Bankrolls I'm talking Ben Franklins nigga
Show money, I make 100k a week
I ain't talking 'bout on no stage
I'm talking 'bout on the street niggas
All my fans street niggas Black Amigo Gang
Welcome to the trenches, where they show out for some bands
Lil Mexico City, Lil Mexico city, that show money nah I don't need it
[Future:]
When you top the charts niggas wanna start beef
I blew 50k this week and I did it for the streets
Fuck the show money nigga, fuck the show money nigga
I do it for the fans all my niggas with the bands
The bad bitches everywhere they love me I ain't playin' (they love the kid)
Fuck the show money nigga, fuck that show money nigga
Top 100 'bout to go and drop 100 on a GT Bentley Coupe, just for the summer
I'm surrounded by piranhas, eat yo face like Jeffrey Dahmer
Know the da might be listening
But fuck 'em ain't stunt 'em 'cause you can't judge a book by its cover motherfucker
'Cause I'm a hood nigga get respected like stunner
Went and redid the Breitling nothing but 40 pointers
Got them bitches jolly rancher whole carrots on me
Psyched out to the point I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga wife (straight up)
I can ruin a nigga life all it take is one night
When your girl come up missing 'cause she get pipe
When you top the charts niggas wanna start beef
I blew 50k this week and I did it for the streets
Fuck the show money nigga, fuck the show money nigga
I do it for the fans all my niggas with the bands
The bad bitches everywhere they love me I ain't playin' (they love the kid)
Fuck the show money nigga, fuck that show money nigga
Out Da Mudd lyrics - Future (feat. Young Scooter)
2 cups in the bitch
Got it out the mud
FreeBandz Gang
[Future:]
Forgiato's standing the coupe look bowlegged
VVS wrapped around the Breitling with the big head
I got it out the mud, I got it out the mud
Just the other day spent 25 in Neiman's
$200k I just make that shit this evening
I got it out the mud, I got it out the mud
LeBron on the front, Kobe on the back
I'm the astronaut kid money way taller than Shaq
Before on rap on the track, got her standing on the track
Nigga Cocaine mafia, jumping off packs
Forgiato with the skinny tires, they're lookin' flat
I see you looking real goony eyed
I'm lookin' back, I be running through the pack to DMV
Used to catch the flight to AZ with fake ID
They ain't never gonna [?] that got my nigga killed
Represent for the game 'cause that's how a nigga's built
Go and spend a 5th at Fifths, run it up and take a trip
Leaning off four zips, riding in a spaceship
Forgiato's standing the coupe look bowlegged
VVS rapped around the Breathing with the big head
I got it out the mud, I got it out the mud
Just the other day spent 25 in Neiman's
$200k I just make that shit this evening
I got it out the mud, I got it out the mud
[Young Scooter:]
I got it out the money, that nasty ass money
Brown paper bag ole dope boy money
Foreign with the frog eyes, Bentley with the big head
Fast lane with no hands, counting money with both hands
On the road with checks like a motherfuckin' mailman
Started from hundred, no-one gave me shit
I jugged off bricks. Got rich off bricks
Forgiatos on that jag I cashed out off a lick
So many bands in my pocket make me walk with a limp
Full of dirty [?] Valet at Fifths
Finesse I got Freebandz to get
Black amigo, who live life like this
[Future:]
Forgiatos standing the coupe look bowlegged
VVS rapped around the Breathing with the big head
I got it out the mud, I got it out the mud
Just the other day spent 25 in Neiman's
$200k I just make that shit this evening
I got it out the mud, I got it out the mud
Yo campaign hot it rolling, you ain't made a real jugg
Ain't no way that money folded
Got myself hot these hoes in VIP patrolling
Boogers in my ears around my watch and they're loaded
Solitary clips, I'm in the studio devoted
If you knew what it took to get here you could understand my flowin'
Doja, I hit the dope my words come out folded
Turn the lights our, I'm going inside the mic raw
More diesel than a 18-wheeler, I'm with them killers
Forgiato's on the coupe creeping like a caterpillar
Got the money in the Louis bag, right by to the pistol
Long as the money come, you know I'm gon' deliver
Forgiato's standing the coupe look bowlegged
VVS rapped around the Breathing with the big head
I got it out the mud, I got it out the mud
Just the other day spent 25 in Neiman's
$200k I just make that shit this evening
I got it out the mud, I got it out the mud
Long Time Coming lyrics - Future
Ey, it's been a long time coming, babe
Oh, I just called to see how you been doing late
I didn't call to start a new relations, no
It's been a long time coming, babe
You ran across my mind, and I ain't tripping
[?] canary yellow birds are dripping off me
I was young when I fucked with you
You wouldn't understand the person that I grown into
I put in overtime inside this vocal booth
It's amazing how crazy in love you with the kid
I used to hold you by your waist and you'd look up to the kid
You was out crying, why you riding on the kid
We should've won an award off the movies that we did
We both moved on, I bet you still reminiscing
I hurt you so bad, I just need for you to listen
We was friends before all of this
I wanna see you happy girl no matter who you're with
On some real shit
Over the weekend went to Vegas, crossed my memory
I was taking out the limo thinking
How much you was there for me, I got you forever, wherever
That's just the man in me, I look at you like family
Wanna see how you been doing
I turned you to a fucking beast
Remember how we ran the streets and fucked until we'd go to sleep
I know you ain't forgot that, I doubt that
Even though that nigga housed that, you still left yo heart back
I'mma wait for you to call back, I'mma fall back
I'm over that, yeah
Ay, let me reflect for a second
Nothing serious though
I'm happy than I ever been before
You need some help, don't hesitate to hit me up, you know
I ain't on that little boy shit, girl I'm just letting ya know
Yo what up just hitting you up say what's good
You know what I'm saying checking on you making sure everything's straight
That's all nothing mo nothing less you hear me just get back at me know what I mean
Give me a ring, Future
Smoke & Mirrors lyrics - Future
Most of this shit smoke and mirrors
Don't believe what they tell you, smoke and mirrors
Half that shit they sell you, smoke and mirrors
You know you gotta hit, smoke and mirrors
You niggas can't be serious
Don't believe what they tell you, smoke and mirrors
Half that shit they sell you, smoke and mirrors
You know you gotta hit, smoke and mirrors
You niggas can't be serious
They gas you up like AMACO and fill your head with lies
Tell the team that got you here they ain't worthy for the ride
You need to cut 'em off immediately they're not good for you
They tell you anything you wanna hear but it's up to you to know what's really going on thinks of what the fakest
Everything that glitters ain't gold have patience
They rather see you fall
They don't wanna see you ball
They're gon' try their damn best to come between in you all
Put the picture in the media 'bout the drama
Don't know heart or work it took from them summers
Now they wanna add you on Twitter like they're your kin (What the fuck going on?)
Nigga I know you ain't my friend
Don't believe what they tell you, smoke and mirrors
Half that shit they sell you, smoke and mirrors
You know you gotta hit, smoke and mirrors
You niggas can't be serious
Don't believe what they tell you, smoke and mirrors
Half that shit they sell you, smoke and mirrors
You know you gotta hit, smoke and mirrors
You niggas can't be serious
I camouflage my jacket blending in with the snakes
I'm drinking on some Actavis and I swear I taste like grapes (Lean)
I got to be on drugs just to deal with the fake
This shit going on in the industry ain't no way am relate
You got to keep it real with the niggas that's around you
The ones that who was there before the fame, the ones that keep you grounded
You gotta show love to the hood in every county
Every city, every gutter a kissing baby, hugging mothers
Them old folks they fuck with Future like they're young again
Ain't no way I'm 'a let you hold me back I'm going in
My top off go and kicks some rocks off nigga fucking with a young boss
Don't believe what they tell you, smoke and mirrors
Half that shit they sell you, smoke and mirrors
You know you gotta hit, smoke and mirrors
You niggas can't be serious
Don't believe what they tell you, smoke and mirrors
Half that shit they sell you, smoke and mirrors
You know you gotta hit, smoke and mirrors
You niggas can't be serious
Championship Music lyrics - Future (feat. Young Scooter)
True Story
FreeBand gang nigga
Young Will in this bitch
[Future:]
Money coming in from every angle
Paper chasing running to it tryna break my ankle
Every time I spread tragedy I'm speaking ether
I don't wanna go to sleep the money got me geeked up
On my way to Puerto Rico with this mamacita
'Bout to blow the whole feature on some Indonesia
Anytime these bitches see they're gon' take the E
You a Freehand nigga they can't wait to greet ya
My words coming out dope this should be illegal
I'm flyer than a eagle
We can never be the same I'm baby Jesus
All my niggas on a plane, you can never reach us
Then get it in it for the fame, I'm the fucking picture
You're my fucking student and you should be thankful
I'm Picasso, see the picture I paint ya
I'm great for niggas, I'm 'a have to teach ya
Moment of silence rest in peace ya
You want a ring don't you
I'm so swift the way I'm moving
My whole team balling
Money coming in from every angle
Paper chasing running to it tryna break my ankle
Every time I spread tragedy I'm speaking ether
I don't wanna go to sleep the money got me geeked up
On my way to Puerto Rico with this mamacita
'Bout to blow the whole feature on some Indonesia
Anytime these bitches see they're gon' take the E
You a Freehand nigga they can't wait to greet ya
Never take a [?] like tiger my team in order, [?]
I'm screaming to the water
The niggas wanna hate on me that 'bout to me my employees
I should make you sure but I got a job for ya
Fish scale profit I'mma tell my niggas with it
I tell you when I short it I'll be worth a couple tickets
Hundred million now I break my ankle tryna get it
My watch cost a car my car cost a phone digit
I'm too exquisite, Gucci fitted, feel sedition
Mud sipping, water dripping, on a mission, make a real decision
Real persistent, ton of vision, off the game like in the world
Can't compare to this dirty business
All the money in the world
Money coming in from every angle
Paper chasing running to it tryna break my ankle
Evertime I spread tragedy I'm speaking ether
I don't wanna go to sleep the money got me geeked up
On my way to Puerto Rico with this mamacita
'Bout to blow the whole feature on some Indonesia
Anytime these bitches see they're gon' take the E
You a Freehand nigga they can't wait to greet ya
[Young Scooter:]
Freehand Scooter, they greet me when they see me
Bossman status, seen some shit you see on TV
Plus I'm 'bout to cop the Bugatti like Birdman
I'm a young nigga with more like Weezy and Mack Maine
Done made a 2.5 on cocaine, in 12 months I have a whole year run
Freehand meetings in Puerto Rico with Hector, me and Isabella
Scooter always flexing
[Future:]
You want a ring don't you
I'm so swift the way I'm moving
My whole team balling
Money coming in from every angle
Paper chasing running to it tryna break my ankle
Every time I spread tragedy I'm speaking ether
I don't wanna go to sleep the money got me geeked up
On my way to Puerto Rico with this mamacita
'Bout to blow the whole feature on some Indonesia
Anytime these bitches see they're gon' take the E
You a Freehand nigga they can't wait to greet ya
One Minute lyrics - Future (feat. Rocko)
[Future:]
Yeah. Pull up with that shit, man. Right now, man. Goddamn. Been waiting for you all day
All I need is one minute
One minute, one minute
Give me one minute
One minute, one minute
Give me one minute
One minute, one minute, hear me one minute
One minute, one minute, hear me one minute
One minute, one minute, hear me one minute
Say you want a whole thing about to pull up one minute
Call and buy the bag, nigga give me one minute
One minute, one minute, give me one minute
Got a bad ass bitch 'bout to fuck in one minute
One minute, one minute, give me one minute
Got a whole lotta cash thumb through it in one minute
[Rocko:]
The way I get the money, you think a nigga print it
Thumb through it in one minute, get some more in one minute
10k a walk through, I be there in one minute
Want a show give me a dub I give ya 21 minute
Nigga say he want a picture told him give me one minute
He called me back in one minute, shit was gone in one minute
My little bit blowing up my phone, told her give me one minute
Fuck going on a call my phone 50 times in one minute
Time is money it don't take no time to spend it, hit Magic City
I threw a dime, it couldn't been no more than a minute
Give me a key I could wrap one in one minute
Told Future keep on rapping he'll be platinum in one minute
[Future:]
One minute, one minute, give me one minute
One minute, one minute, give me one minute
One minute, one minute, give me one minute
Say you want a whole thing about to pull up one minute
Call and buy the bag, nigga give me one minute
One minute, one minute, give me one minute
Got a bad ass bitch 'bout to fuck in one minute
One minute, one minute, give me one minute
Got a whole lotta cash thumb through it in one minute
Super star Camaro had me gone in sixty seconds
After this jugg I can buy another necklace
Frank Lucas plug gone have you George Jetson
Want that Arizona [?] she'll coming out relentless
Chevy sign for the pack I had to send it
Fuck the fame fame and give a damn about no Emmys
The boys find the money I ain't never in it
Treat the son like a calc and give me my percentage
Yeah a whole lotta cash off the shit that I invented
One minute, ten milli, one minute no limit
Just spend it 'til I'm finished
When I'm finished, more Benjis
More bitches, I'm on for one minute, them I'm in it
One minute, one minute. Give me one minute
One minute, one minute. Give me one minute
One minute, one minute. Give me one minute
Say you want a whole thing 'bout to pull up one minute
Call and buy the bag, nigga give me one minute
One minute, one minute, give me one minute
Got a bad ass bitch 'bout to fuck in one minute
One minute, one minute, give me one minute
Got a whole lotta cash thumb through it in one minute
Annoying lyrics - Future (feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Young Scooter)
[Young Scooter:]
You so annoying
4 o'clock in the morning
You calling my phone with that bullshit
All that shit you talking 'bout is annoying me
Please don't call my phone girl, you annoying me
That he say she say shit that shits annoying to me
I'm trying to count this money girl you annoying me
You so annoying. You so annoying. You so annoying. You so annoying
I'm trying' to count this money girl you annoying me
Please don't call my phone girl, you annoying me
Please don't call my phone bitch why you stalking me
You say she told you what that bitch lied on me
If you ain't talking money don't you mention me
Im trying to count this money girl you annoying me
I'm working you annoying me, I'm juuging you annoying me
I'm tryna bust this brick down bitch you call my phone annoying me
Young Scooter, Bitch If you ain't got no money you annoying me
I been broke before so all my time is money
All I see is hundreds, Lil Mexico stunta
You niggas ain't getting no money, your prices too annoying
My prices you get rich quick, Scooter I'm on some boss shit
The foreign whips and the freeboards make all the hoes annoying
All that shit you talking 'bout is annoying me
Please don't call my phone girl, you annoying me
That he say she say shit that shits annoying to me
I'm trying to count this money girl you annoying me
You so annoying. You so annoying. You so annoying. You so annoying
I'm trying' to count this money girl you annoying me
Please don't call my phone girl, you annoying me
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Four [?] singles [?] on me
New Breitling watch, got these hoes adoring me (flex!)
You want me for a show that's like a key and a half (flex)
Drop 20 thousand dollars in solid cash
All I do is flex. All I do is ball. Quarter million in a month watch me pull if off
Frame in my rocket pocket you can't do me off
Diamonds in my mouth golds be annoying me
Like Hootie say, beef that's just loyalty
[?]
On my A-money, rest in peace
In the streets nigga swear they be annoying me
[Young Scooter:]
All that shit you talking 'bout is annoying me
Please don't call my phone girl, you annoying me
That he say she say shit that shits annoying to me
I'm trying to count this money girl you annoying me
You so annoying. You so annoying. You so annoying. You so annoying
I'm trying' to count this money girl you annoying me
Please don't call my phone girl, you annoying me
[Future:]
Aye, it's cool, relax
I know I forgot to call you back, I was counting stacks (Getting' money)
I could've shot a text (but what?)
My mind was somewhere else, I was signing checks
50 thousand dollars on some gear, already told you so
Hell no ain't buying no Jimmy Choos, already told you no
Quit comparing yourself to my baby momma, everything will go
Georgia mud I sip it by the pint, I'm 'bout to overdose
Overload, yeah I got more dope for days
Can't take you 'round a foreign bih, you don't know how to behave
You gon' be jealous of a rock star, MIA
You know I run the strip clubs from Vegas down to the A
[Young Scooter:]
All that shit you talking 'bout is annoying me
Please don't call my phone girl, you annoying me
That he say she say shit that shits annoying to me
I'm trying' to count this money girl you annoying me
You so annoying. You so annoying. You so annoying. You so annoying
I'm trying' to count this money girl you annoying me
Please don't call my phone girl, you annoying me
Rite lyrics - Future (feat. Young Scooter)
[Future:]
You get money, rite
I get money, rite
Fucking hoes, rite
Designer clothes, rite
Rite, rite, rite, rite
Hold it with the left
Hit it with the right
You got a plug, rite
Foreign whips, rite
B.M.G., rite
Lil Mexico, rite
Rite, rite, rite, rite
Steer it with the left
Shift it with the right, rite
[Young Scooter:]
Freebandz, rite
Young Scooter, rite
All these damn plays, I done got my sack right
The project hallways, man, it changed my whole life
Water whip everything, Scooter gon' get it right
Sold a thousand pounds of Swag, count the money right
Police to the left, you know I turn right
Your life kinda boring, girl, I can make it right
Young Scooter, anything I do, I do it right
[Future:]
You get money, rite
I get money, rite
Fucking hoes, rite
Designer clothes, rite
Rite, rite, rite, rite
Hold it with the left
Hit it with the right
You got a plug, rite
Foreign whips, rite
B.M.G., rite
Lil Mexico, rite
Rite, rite, rite, rite
Steer it with the left
Shift it with the right, rite
Walking with them bands, shoe game right
[?] the Louis V., yeah, you guessed right
Looking out designer, I can see way out of sight
Walked inside Platinum, make it rain all night
Money it to the left, throwing money to the right
Freebandz, Freebandz, bitch, you get it right?
Gucci on your face, I can get your swag right
Turn you to a star, baby girl, overnight
You get money, rite
I get money, rite
Fucking hoes, rite
Designer clothes, rite
Rite, rite, rite, rite
Hold it with the left
Hit it with the right
You got a plug, rite
Foreign whips, rite
B.M.G., rite
Lil Mexico, rite
Rite, rite, rite, rite
Steer it with the left
Shift it with the right, rite
[Young Scooter:]
Mexico, rite
Black Amigo, rite
62 to 1, 35, I get it right
50 real, 50 dummies, hundred [?], right
Talk game crazy, my finesse game right
Jocelyn, got it rite
Corey, got it rite
Lewis on the left, Belly's on the right
Closet full of saggers, 50 bands in each pocket
Takeoff like a rocket, watch me, Young Scooter
[Future:]
You get money, rite
I get money, rite
Fucking hoes, rite
Designer clothes, rite
Rite, rite, rite, rite
Hold it with the left
Hit it with the right
You got a plug, rite
Foreign whips, rite
B.M.G., rite
Lil Mexico, rite
Rite, rite, rite, rite
Steer it with the left
Shift it with the right, rite
Feeling I Get lyrics - Future
This for my fans
From Atlanta to Japan
Ay, the feeling I get, the feeling I get
You make me feel like the world feel 'bout a billion dollars
You make me feel like my life ain't got no problems
You make me feel like all if my dreams will come true
That's why I do the things that I do
The feeling I get from you
The feeling I get from you
The feeling I get from you
Charisma, demeanor my lean go my to my vocab
Scribing 'til you fuck with me like Moses
VVS unloaded
These diamonds don't mean a thing to me
In my song I don't repeat
I been fucked up inside the streets
I gotta think outside the street
I go hard for my niggas
Pray to God for my niggas
You part of me nigga
When I'm standing front the center
Screaming every verse
If you leaning of the syrup
Or are you drinking cold water
You drink the cold water
I fuck with you regardless
We know I feel [?]
We gotta feel important
I go the hardest
Pull lines off my song when I swear this shit will make you go the hardest
You make me feel like the world feel 'bout a billion dollars
You make me feel like my life ain't got no problems
You make me feel like all if my dreams will come true
That's why I do the things that I do
The feeling I get from you
The feeling I get from you
The feeling I get from you
Ay when I'm standing on stage
And my song getting played
Every mention that I get I truly appreciate that chance
I will take your words for granted cherish every single moment
You down on my song and play it every single morning
Hey girl I wish I could hug you for the rest of my life
I'm gonna remember your face for the rest of my life
Now I know bosses that solute me when the see me
The recognize the real man that's foe my cousin Keke
The feeling that I get when you fuck with me I'm G-Key
I go to L.A.. Come back write a hundred songs
I freestyle off the top my head like I ain't got no arms
I'm a writer, know the song like I ain't wrote no songs
You make me feel like the world feel 'bout a billion dollars
You make me feel like my life ain't got no problems
You make me feel like all if my dreams will come true
That's why I do the things that I do
The feeling I get from you
The feeling I get from you
The feeling I get from you
There ain't better feeling when you tremendously spend it
My little kids whatever they want I go get it
Sacrificing quality time
Take 'em out to every single moment every second of the day
I see your face and paper chase it
Every second any day I fuck with you the strong way
Chi-town. M-town. Cashville. Dtake
Solute to you Solute the troops
St. Louis tell me what would I do without you
You notice me like Chuck off of [?]
You fuck with me on the west coast
Just like Esco
True life my nigga for real L E S O
Rapping and trapping we ain't never played the radio
I'm on the phone with Ty and the fed we on the [?]
You make me feel like the world feel 'bout a billion dollars
You make me feel like my life ain't got no problems
You make me feel like all if my dreams will come true
That's why I do the things that I do
The feeling I get from you
The feeling I get from you
The feeling I get from you
Blast Off lyrics - Future
I can damn near touch the sky when I walk outside on my balcony
I'm falcon flyer pelican as high as you will ever be
And I can see the stars from one of me
You stuck that kush inside them sickles lot we got that cattle roll yeah
Blast off, blast off, blast off, blast off
We blowing up to the moon
Shout out to the goons
Salute me wen you see me
Filled with money in the room
Blast off
Full of nitro that's that hydro
Get drunk every day cinco de mayo
Money power drinking on mud
Take it how you want it
You can dip it in the bud
We quicking it under wood
Pro'ly take you 1 sludge
We smashing these bitches
Only taking one hug
Flyer than a sky above
One side of the car washing drugs
Pelican with presidents
I'm a fly rich nigga that's evident
Take a look at me now, evidence
Go harder than you ever went
I'm mixing up my medicine with Sprite and ice on top of ice
I'm 'a lifetime sacrifice damn right
I'm 'a stuff this cash to the perfect height
Persistent and me be precise
Pimping Prada, place space, hustle
Nigga we don't take vacation
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blast off to the moon
Anytime you see the kid
Movies all I do
I can damn near touch the sky when I walk outside on my balcony
I'm falcon flyer pelican as high as you will ever be
And I can see the stars from one of me
You stuck that kush inside them sickles lot we got that cattle roll yeah
Blast off, blast off, blast off, blast off
We blowing up to the moon
Shout out to the goons
Salute me wen you see me
Filled with money in the room
Blast off
My [?] stay on me daily
I ain't gon' never see no hater
You let them streets raise ya
Stay sharper than a razor
My campaign major
Excuse my rich behavior
Go with these niggas nik 'cause most of these niggers ain't nun but traitors
Up and my fit tailored
Put spikes on top of my shoes
Got fish-scale profit
Young Future done paid his dues
Betta get two [?]
I'm falcon and flyer pelican and swagging on most of you dudes
I'm leaning
The way I live that shit you dreaming
Walk in the club these bitches screaming
On top of the roof of the penthouse Levi got her feenin
She gon' wake up next to a star
She wanna be gleaming
I can damn near touch the sky when I walk outside on my balcony
I'm falcon flyer pelican as high as you will ever be
And I can see the stars from one of me
You stuck that kush inside them sickles lot we got that cattle roll yeah
Blast off, blast off, blast off, blast off
We blowing up to the moon
Shout out to the goons
Salute me wen you see me
Filled with money in the room
Blast off
What Is Pluto? Outro lyrics - Future
What are you still doing in my store?
Abu, I know you got some cases in the back
No more cases, I'm sick of Freebandz
You come in take all the Sprite, mix your "dirty" Sprite
I'm sick of it, no more True Story
Man, we out, man, I'm 'bout to go to Pluto anyway, True Story
What is Pluto?
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