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Smoke And Mirrors lyrics - Future

Most of this shit smoke and mirrors

[CHORUS]

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 Mirror!!

You niggas can't be serious!!

Don't believe what they tell you Smoke and Mirrors!!

I know you bitches feelin' it Smoke and Mirrors!!

They wanna see ya fade Smoke and Mirrors!!

You niggas can't be serious!!

They gas you up like AMACO and feel 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 not good for you

They tell you anything you wanna here but its up to you to know whats 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 gone try they 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 yo kin

WHAT THE FUCK GOING ON

Nigga I know you ain't my friend

[CHORUS]

I camoflauge my jacket blendin' in with the snakes

I'm drinkin' on some active 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 gurl a kissin' baby, hugging mothers

Them old folks they fuck with Future like they young again

Ain't no way Imma let you hold me back I'm going in

My top off go and kicks some rocks off nigga fucking with a young boss

[CHORUS]

Substitute Everything lyrics - Future

[Hook]

I’m takin pain pills, I’m takin pain pills (why?)

Wishing it can take away the pain

Smoke a lot of kush, I smoke a lot of kush (for what?)

Thinking I can blow away some things

I’m sippin codeine, I’m sippin codeine (why you sippin?)

Wishing I could slow down fame

(How you manage this lifestyle?)

I’m tryin' to substitute everything

I'm tryin' to substitute everything

I’m tryin' to substitute everything

I’m tryin' to substitute everything

I’m tryin' to substitute everything

[Verse 1]

Today I took a Xanax, I started miss some family

I don't see them as much, I know they feel abandoned

I'm workin til I pass out and I don't understand it

From where I come from every moment we tryna take advantage

I got my prescription prescribed and I ain't hit the pharmacy

I got some homies that done died been on my mind mentally

Roll up the kush and let’s get high and take off to a galaxy

I just wanna be in my zone where nothing bothers me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I believe hard times made me like this

I don’t leave the studio, I like making hits

There’s broken relationships that I can’t fix

I got bad habits I picked up I can’t kick

I need my herb, I need my syrup

Now I’m free like a bird

I make a lot of millz, I had to pop a pill

Just to get a thrill You don't know how I feel

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

This bitch filed for child-support like I don’t take care of my child

She want them stacks I got on me, she wanna see me down

I had to take a molly, it lift me off the ground

I watch my dreams come true, I wish my granddad see me now (rest in peace)

I’m tryin to keep everybody happy, bringing me stress

Everything come and collect, when I'm smoking on sex (Kush)

Maybe this is the sound of faith, maybe this a test

I spend a lot of money so I don’t get depressed

[Hook]

Take You Back lyrics - Future

My love

My love

All night

I've been drunk and confused

All night

Wishin' I never made rules

All night

I'm so tired of bein' a fool

All night

What should I do?

I know I said what I said, but that ain't what I mean

I'll take you back, I'll take you back

I know I said I was done, but that ain't what I mean

But I'll take you back, I'll take you back

I'll take you back, back, back

I'll take you back (mmm, mmm, mmm)

I'll take you back, back, back, oh yeah

I'll take you back

Back, back, back, b-b-back, back, back, back, back, back

All night

Back, back, back, back

All night

Back, back, b-back, back, back

All night

Back, back, back, back

Take you back in the morning-ing-ing-ing

Back, back, b-back, back, back

All night

I know you wanna be some (be some)

I don't mind it, girl, I don't mind it (I don't mind it)

Girl, I never can deny you (deny you), I will never try to fight you (fight you)

Why try it, girl? I done tried it (all night)

Bottom line, line, line, bottom line

You're the finest, girl, you're the finest (all night)

Bottom line, line, line, bottom line, line

You're always mine, mine, mine, always mine

I know I said what I said, but that ain't what I mean

I'll take you back, I'll take you back

I know I said I was done, but that ain't what I mean

But I'll take you back, I'll take you back

I'll take you back, back, back

I'll take you back (mmm, mmm, mmm)

I'll take you back, back, back, oh yeah

I'll take you back

Back, back, back, b-b-back, back, back, back, back, back

All night

Wasn't tryna control you (control)

I'm just tryin' to feel your loyalty (your loyalty)

Never wanted to destroy you (destroy you)

I did everything because of you (because of you)

You can love me, girl, it's all you (all you)

You'll still be the one to fall through

Bottom line, line, line, bottom line (bottom line)

You're the finest, girl, you're the finest (all night)

Bottom line, line, line, bottom line, line (bottom line)

You're always mine, mine, mine, always mine

I know I said what I said, but that ain't what I mean

I'll take you back, I'll take you back

I know I said I was done, but that ain't what I mean

But I'll take you back, I'll take you back

I'll take you back, back, back

I'll take you back (mmm, mmm, mmm)

I'll take you back, back, back, oh yeah

I'll take you back

Back, back, back, b-b-back, back, back, back, back, back

All night

Back, back, back, back

All night

Back, back, b-back, back, back

I'll take you

All night

Back, back, back, back

Take you back in the morning-ing-ing-ing

Back, back, b-back, back, back

All night

I was wrong

Now you're gone

I was wrong

Now you're gone

That's A Check lyrics - Future (feat. Rick Ross)

Pluto!

Tell 'em I go crazy

808 Mafia

[Future:]

Bloody Goyard that's a check

This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to God)

You see the way I talk, that's a check

This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky

And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky

Credit card fraud, busting checky

Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

I got niggas dying for this (dying for this gang shit)

I just wanna shine for this

Ain't gone waste no time in this (I can't waste no time)

I done did some crimes in the streets

I told you from the jump its one thou

I could throw that up and make a pile

I just made a bad bitch pout

Hoes catch an attitude for this cash (woo!)

Tell me what she wanna do for this bag

Pussy so good girl you ain't gotta ask

Make niggas spend a check on that ass

Make a nigga spend a check on that ass

Bloody Goyard that's a checky

This bad Ethiopian gave me becky

You see the way I talk, that's a check

This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

[Rick Ross:]

I put the Rollie on five-thirty in the morning (woah)

I really want it, I forgot I even bought it (woah)

Bought a block and I'm a die to pay the mortgage (woah)

Dead broke, you still alive it's rigamortis (woah)

I got the choppers so don't make me catch a body (woah)

I got the scoop, they say it shoots don't get me started

I got the Bentley coupe, G-Wagon, and the Porsche

A nigga rich, the bitches brag on the boss shits

My condolences, I heard about your losses

Killing these niggas, Ricky Ross about to floss it

I got her pussy popping on my triple beam

Black bottles so you know we sipping lean

Drinking the yellow or the red, I want the green

All leather seats, and I'm on Promethazine

Lamborghini's back to back look like a car race

Hundred room mansion, now I think I'm Scarface (boss)

[Future:]

Bloody Goyard that's a checky

This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to God)

You see the way I talk, that's a check

This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky

And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky

Credit card fraud, busting checky

Diamonds shining all on my neck

All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna

Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie

Five-thirty A.M. putting all the rings on

I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I'm King Kong (super!)

Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling

Make sure before I die my niggas got a million

These bitches chasing me like I'm a dream

I'm married to Freebandz, that's forever

I got Floyd pulling up at the house on a yacht

A millionaire and I'm a have my way with these thots

Pull a chopper, put a few Dracos in them spots

You was coolin' off, and I was warming up, now I'm hot

I got bitches like new shoes they cost a lot

I got shooters gonna make the news if they pop out

Too many diamonds on, they got me snowboarding

Tell ya fuck the kid but ain't got nun' to show for it

Bloody Goyard that's a checky

This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to God)

You see the way I talk, that's a check

This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky

And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky

Credit card fraud, busting checky

Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

Thinkin lyrics - Spiff TV (performed by Anuel AA, Bad Bunny & Future)

[Future (Anuel AA) {Bad Bunny}:]

The Union, yeah

Real trap shit

I told Spiff we talking records

(Real Hasta La Muerte)

{Dímelo Spiff, yeh}

The Runners

Yeh, esta es La Unión

Future

(Anuel)

{Bad Bunny baby, bebé}

[Future:]

I fuck reality stars, her pussy is good

I make a R&B broad, suck on that wood

I drive foreign cars, and that's understood

I drop 80 on one pinky ring

What the hell I was thinkin'?

I had to pull over an agressive Mercedes

The hell I was drinkin'?

I fuck all these hoes, I be gettin' all this money, I turn 'em to demons

[Future (Bad Bunny):]

What the hell I was thinkin'?

What the hell I was thinkin'?

What the hell I was thinkin'? (yeh, yeh, yeh)

What the hell I was thinkin'? (yeh)

[Bad Bunny:]

Yo muero guerreando como Mussolini (wuh)

Ando con Spiff en un Lamborghini (skrt)

Díselo Luian, que hace tiempo que ya tú le metiste a Mimi

Sólo totitos de televisión (yeh)

Porque saben más rico (rico, rico, rico)

Ando buscando putas en Miami porque ya les di a to'as las de Puerto Rico (prrra), yeah

Siempre ando en el aire como Jet Blue (Blue, Blue)

Las botellas son de Möet o de Don Peri, yo no quiero Blue (¡no!)

Codeína con Sprite o con Mountain Dew (Dew, Dew)

Las baby no se despegan pa' mí que en el bicho tengo Krazy Glue (Glue-Glue)

Codeine y Ciclón (-clon, -clon), coca y un blunt (wuh-wuh)

No sé que puñeta yo pienso, tengo un arrebato cabrón (arrebato cabrón)

Jangueando con Future, Obama y LeBron (yeh, yeh, yeh)

Gastando 300 mil pesos que tenía guardado en un dron (wuh-uh)

Diosa Canales en Venezuela, Giulia Arane en Italia

Y en PR lo siento por Francis, pero estoy puesto pa' darle a Natalia (chin-chin-chin-chin)

[Future:]

I fuck reality stars, her pussy is good

I make a R&B broad, suck on that wood

I drive foreign cars, and that's understood

I drop 80 on one pinky ring

What the hell I was thinkin'?

I had to pull over an agressive Mercedes

The hell I was drinkin'?

I fuck all these hoes, I be gettin' all this money, I turn 'em to demons

[Future (Anuel AA):]

What the hell I was thinkin'?

What the hell I was thinkin'?

What the hell I was thinkin'? (hey)

What the hell I was thinkin'? (hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Anuel AA:]

Tatuajes en mi piel (piel)

Yo estoy en la NBA, Magic Johnson con el 32, eh

Me muero como un tiburón, antes de sobrevivir como un pez (pez)

Empecé joseando, ahora estoy clavando putas en el yate y en el jet (jet)

Fendi, Giuseppe, antes joseaba pa' comprarme las 3

Rebota esas nalgas, baby (baby)

Como si tú trabajara' en el strip club (strip club)

Vo' a comerme ese totito, bon appétit

'Tamo fumando como Don y chingando como actores de porno

Rebota esas nalgas, baby (baby)

Como si tú trabajara' en el strip club (strip club)

Vo' a comerme ese totito, bon appétit

'Tamo fumando como Don y chingando como actores de porno

[Future (Bad Bunny) {Anuel AA}:]

Post up, I smoke on the Gas State {hey, hey, hey, hey}

Fuck off, I smoke on the Gas {hey}

Post up, I smoke on the Gas Station

Post up, I smoke on the Gas (wuh)

Post up, I smoke on the Gas Station (yeh)

Post up, I smoke on the Gas {hey}

Post up, I smoke on the Gas Station (blue)

Post up, I smoke on the Gas

[Bad Bunny, Anuel AA & Future:]

Prrra

Bad Bunny (yeah), baby, be-be-be-bé, jeje

Anuel

Yeh-eh

La doble A

Dí-Dí-Dí-Díselo Luian

Dímelo Spiff, jeje (hey)

Yeah-yeah

Future

Future, yeah

The Union

Esta es la unión

Hear This Musi-¡ih!

Real Hasta La Muerte, yeh, yeh, yeh

Trap Kingz, baby

Trap Kingz, baby

Cabrones, ustedes no pueden roncarnos de Trap a nosotros

Esta es la unión

too easy lyrics - Gunna & Future

(Wheezy outta here)

[Gunna:]

It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy

Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage

I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic

She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it

Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper

Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you

Remember that pussy from way back, playin', I pay 'em to pop him

Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper

This ain't diamonds you lookin' at and we done updated the roster

You can tell it's a rich nigga posture

Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper

Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker

Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should've stopped ya

It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy

Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage

I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic

She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it

I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'

If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason

Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region

This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic

[Future:]

Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (Chop it up)

I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons (I do)

Bitch ain't playin' her position, cuttin' her off, this shit too easy (Super)

I started off smashin' R&B stars right at the bando (Future)

I'm havin' hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em

I'm havin' pimpin' in my blood and I can change the climate (What else?)

I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it (Pluto)

Can't put a presidential on a bitch 'less she give a nigga a ménage ('Nage)

That lil' IG bitch ain't shit, fucked her in the car (Car)

Fucked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (What up?)

Started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car

[Gunna:]

It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy

Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage

I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic

She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it

I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'

If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason

Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region

This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic

Trance lyrics - Future

You put me in a trance girl you put me in a

You put me in a trance girl you put me in a trance

Girl you put me in a trance

And I don't understand what happened to me girl

I just wanna be one of your friends

And I don't have to hug you

Long as I get to hold your hand

And don't try to figure out what it is

Baby it's the way you stand

You got me in a trance girl you got me in a trance

Yeah you got me in a trance

I don't know what got into me

Ever since I seen you think you put me out my misery

I'm not concerned with your companion or your history

Cause everytime we're together, I feel the chemistry

I touch your hand, I touch your heart and I might touch your mind

You can't deny the feeling that you're feeling when it's right

I tried to fight it, tried to hide it, swear I tried denying it

Don't have to be with you girl I just wanna stand beside you

You compliment my style, you compliment my whole...

You motivate me in so many ways, I keep on grinding

You shining like a star, you looking like some real diamonds

The way you make me feel I wanna buy you real diamonds

Hey, you put me in a trance, you put me in a

You put me in a trance

You put me in a trance, boy you put me in a trance

You put me in a trance

And I don't understand what it happened to me

I just wanna be one of your friends

And when I put it on you, bet I make you come again

She got too much love potential

She could be the valuest thing ever touched this earth

If she keep me on her temper, she pray for me every single day

During she not at church

I need a friend like you, I would do anything for you

You have this... about yourself that seem to jump on peop

And if you have a man, he would be a fool to leave you

I'm like your biggest fan when I met you how can I... you

I know I rap up for you, I be in our...

I know I trap, I take that dirty money and I clean them

And it ain't this about me girl you know we...

You not a cheater, but sometimes the way I need ya

I haven't seen in you in 2 weeks

It's been so hard in through these days

And if you ever feeling weak, let's go somewhere, run away

And if you ever feeling weak, I make you stronger everyday

And I just wanna see you smiling, and I'm willing do whatever it gonn take

Hey, you put me in a trance, you put me in a

You put me in a trance

You put me in a trance, boy you put me in a trance

You put me in a trance

And I don't understand what it happened to me

I just wanna be one of your friends

And when I put it on you, bet I make you come again

Translator lyrics - Future

Freeband gang

Ayy, 1FB global

Let's get it!

Five Spanish bitches, they've been callin' all day

I couldn't even picked up, I ain't talked to my translator today

I got tags still on clothes, I've been shoppin' all day (designer)

A thousand came in, we've been workin' all day

Money in the bag, got me countin' all day

Had a check so big, been at the bank all day (millions)

Bought a pint of lean and I've been drinkin' all day (syrup)

This for my real street niggas gettin' money all day

My bitch, she spoke in a foreign language, I don't even speak

I hired a translator for her, ain't talked to her in a week

I got them earrings on blast, you know that watch is a beast

I go to Fifth's and I spaz, man I'm on lean and E

And I got tags on clothes I bought last year in LV

And I'm designer forever, that's just the dopeboy in me

A thousand P's came in, we 'bout to have us a feast

I'm cashin' out on everything, I want that, what are these?

I'm at the bank with the lawyer, I'm a Freeband warrior (Freeband)

Poppin' seals in Detroit, I pour a four when I pour it (two-toned)

Two twenty racks in my jeans (Pluto), and I can't wait to blow it (I can't wait to blow it)

Been flyin' private on jets (ayy), feelin' very important (let's get it)

Five Spanish bitches (turn up), they've been callin' all day

I couldn't even picked up, I ain't talked to my translator today

I got tags still on clothes, I've been shoppin' all day (designer)

A thousand came in, we've been workin' all day

Money in the bag, got me countin' all day

Had a check so big, been at the bank all day (millions)

Bought a pint of lean and I've been drinkin' all day (syrup)

This for my real street niggas gettin' money all day (yeah, yeah)

(Five Spanish bitches, they've been callin' all day...)

Turn On The Lights (Remix) lyrics - Future (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro - Future (Lil Wayne)]

I’m lookin’ for her

Astronaut

(Tunechi)

I’m lookin’ for her

I’m lookin’ for her

(Remix)

I’m lookin’ for her

Yeah

[Verse 1 - Future]

Is that her in the VIP line?

With the Vuitton and Yves Saint Laurent

Used to drive a Nissan now she in a Beamer

I don’t want her cause she from the corner

And I heard that Beamer was a loaner

Her old man the owner

And I don’t even drink Corona’s

What type of drink you want huh?

On champagne forever, on dirty sprite forever

You can come sip with me if you’d like to change the weather

If you wanna live better, we can buy a crib wherever

Don’t get too thirsty, get used to this cheddar

I wanna tell the world about you just so they can get jealous

And if you see her ‘fore I do, tell her I wish that I’ve met her

Turn on the lights, I’m lookin’ for her too

I heard she keep her promises and never turn on you

I heard she ain’t gon’ cheat and she gon’ never make no move

I heard she be there anytime you need her, she come through

Turn on the lights

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]

This dick is for you

I ask her is it true and she say “like a horseshoe”

She got that nigga name covered, that’s a war wound

She lay me on my back and ride this dick like vroooom

Then I…

[Hook - Future]

Turn on the lights, I’m lookin’ for her

I’m lookin’ for her, I’m lookin’ for her

Turn on the lights

I’m lookin’ for her, I’m lookin’ for her

I’m lookin’ for her, I’m lookin’ for her

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]

Tell her I skate

And shawty down to earth, but bitch I need my space

And she gone ride this dick, I had a long day

She say cum me anywhere you want, I give her Santa Claus face

We gon’ turn up tonight, that pussy feel new

But we been fucking way before I went to Rikers Island

And now she got a man, I think he gayer than a stylist

I wish we were both single like a couple dollars

And when we get together she be on that Miley Cyrus

So we eat each other up like some Somalians

She know I got a girl, but she keep this shit a thousand

Whenever we together she don’t ever ask about us

She just be like this pussy is for you

I say come and eat this bone, and stop eating dog food

And she got that nigga name covered, that’s a war wound

And she lay me on my back and then she fuck me like boom

Then I…

[Hook - Future]

Turn on the lights, I’m lookin’ for her

I’m lookin’ for her, I’m lookin’ for her

Turn on the lights

I’m lookin’ for her, I’m lookin’ for her

I’m lookin’ for her, I’m lookin’ for her

[Outro - Lil Wayne]

Tell her I skate, I ain’t go no worries

No Frank Ocean, I’m straight

Tunechi

Tell ‘em I’m straight, Tunechi

[Outro - Future]

Tell her I been lookin’ for her with a flashlight

You can’t tell her, tell her nothing cause I got my cash right

And tell her if she honest, she promise to stay true

Make sure when you tell her, tell her we goin’ past the moon

Turn on the lights, I”m lookin’ for her

Turn Yo Clic Up lyrics - Quavo & Future

I love you Atake

[Quavo:]

He want the scoop, she want the tea (She want the tea)

I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (We keepin' it street)

I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (You still gon' get beat)

How much it cost, it never been cheap (It never been)

Turn your clique up dawg (Turn 'em up)

Turn your bitch up dawg (Turn her up)

Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)

All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)

Turn your clique up dawg (Turn 'em up)

Turn your bitch up dawg (Turn her up)

Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)

All these streets need bosses (Go)

If my dawg get low on his pockets, I'm pickin' em' up (Soo)

We came from the bottom together, my nigga, we get it, we splittin' it up

Yeah, my bitch tell me "Pay for the pussy"

I take her ass shoppin' and tell her "Shut up" (Ssh)

Standin' on business

Standin' on bitches ain't nothin' to part that shit up (Swoo)

It ain't nothin' to turn a bitch up

It ain't nothin' to turn your clique up (Ain't nothin')

Shit, we turned the jeweler up, just look at the diamonds, we bust (Yeah)

Look at the people we touched, shit, I'm feelin' like Puffy and Ross (Yeah)

I'm sendin' this shit like a toilet, lil nigga, so nasty, I never been flushed (Ugh, nasty, go)

Bulletproof Brabus it came with a kit on it (Kit, skrr, skrr)

The switch it too light, it kick if you spit on it (Kick, frr, grrah, frr)

Hundreds of bands, I put that lil' shit on 'em (Shit, hee, ooh, hee)

Dope in my hand, I had to go flip somethin' (Flip it, flip, go, it's gone)

He want the scoop, she want the tea (She want the tea)

I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (We keepin' it street)

I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (You still gon' get beat)

How much it cost, it never been cheap (It never been)

Turn your clique up dawg (Turn 'em up)

Turn your bitch up dawg (Turn her up)

Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)

All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)

Turn your clique up dawg (Turn 'em up)

Turn your bitch up dawg (Turn her up)

Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)

All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)

[Future:]

Big dawg status, Bal Harbour

I bought Lenox mall for my brothers

Goyard bag, tote the cutter

I got it out the field, fuck Russell

Go and ask Lori about the Patek, then go and ask Joie ask Dess

Phillipe water, tryna drown a bitch, it's a habit trickin' on a bitch

Shit, I'm thinkin' I could've been a pimp

Shit, I'm cookin' up dope like it's dinner

Shit, I come from Zone 6 niggas trippin'

Shit, I'm floatin', I'm higher than a blimp

Shit, it look like I'm swimmin' in glass

Shit, I turn up my bitch, 'cause she bad

Shit, I'm makin' her ex-nigga mad

Shit, they go for the bag Imma smash

Real nigga let her securin' the bag

Pipin' the bitch and then act like I care

Turn up with shooters with switches go bad

Stay with some scammers, my dawg movin' packs

Trappin', no rapping my dawg, he fall off, no cap, I'm buyin' him a brick

Fuck on your bitch then I told her to call off, actually, I'm makin' her quit

Painkiller, got my lil' demons on go, they ready, hit with the stick

Painkillers, got my lil' bitch on go, she ready to eat up the dick

My main hitters, call up the gang members, they was already on a lick

Hangin' with Migos, all these drugs and guns, think we Mexican

(Freeband)

[Quavo:]

He want the scoop, she want the tea (She want the tea)

I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (We keepin' it street)

I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (You still gon' get beat)

How much it cost, it never been cheap (It never been)

Turn your clique up dawg (Turn 'em up)

Turn your bitch up dawg (Turn her up)

Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)

All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)

Turn your clique up dawg (Turn 'em up)

Turn your bitch up dawg (Turn her up)

Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)

All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)

U Are My High lyrics - DJ Snake & Future

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you (Pluto, Hendrixx)

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you (DJ Snake)

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you

You, you are my high

Do you hear me, love?

You, you are my high

Do you hear me, love?

I needed space, baby

Go out to space, baby (High)

I'ma need space, baby

I'm goin' out to space, baby (Baby)

I need you arrogant, I need you confident, I need you to promise this, babe

I've been searchin' for the right one

Introduce you to Jimmy Choos shoes

Happy belated, yeah

Check the commodity, hottest commodity

Biggest whoever, whenever

She the baddest in the city

Know what comin' with it

Stackin' the liberty, tall as the Statue of Liberty

Hand you the Benz key, hand you the Lamborghini

You elevated, physically, spiritually

I'm tryna love you, tryna boost your confidence

I'm tryna spoil you, girl

I put the big rocks on the seven figure

Bubble bath in the tub, I see you, I see you

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you (You, you are my high)

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you (Do you hear me, love?)

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you (You, you are my high)

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you (Do you hear me, love?)

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you (You, you are my high)

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you (Do you hear me, love?)

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you (You, you are my high)

All these girls in the club I got my eyes on you (Do you hear me, love?)

You, you are my high

Do you hear me, love?

You, you are my high

Do you hear me, love?

You, you are my high

Do you hear me, love?

You, you are my high

Do you hear me, love?

[?], oh, oh, oh

'Cause baby, baby

It's been a long time

Long time, long time

Woah, woah-woah, oh, oh

It's been a long time

Long time, long time

Woah, woah-woah, oh, oh

All these girls in the club, all I see is you, all I see is you (You, high)

All these girls in the club, I see you, I see you (Do you hear me, love?)

All these girls in the club, all I see is you, all I see is you (You, high)

All these girls in the club, I see you, I see you (Do you hear me, love?)

Sprung out on these baddies and money (You, high)

Sprung out on bad bitches and money (Do you hear me, love?)

Sprung out on bad bitches and money, money (You, high)

Sprung out on bad bitches and money (Do you hear me?)

Undressed lyrics - Future

It's 3:20 AM

I come through, no text

I watch you undress

I watch you sleep naked

It's 3:20 AM

I watch you undress

I watch us have sex

I watch you sleep naked

I watch you undress

I watch us have sex

I watch you sleep naked

I watch you, oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

It's 3:20 AM

I come through, no text

I watch you undress

I watch us have sex

I watch you sleep naked

It's 3:20 AM

I come through, no text

I watch you undress

I watch us have sex

I watch you sleep naked

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

U Sellin Dope lyrics - Lil Double 0 & Future

[Future:]

I got Wafi in this motherfucker, nigga

What you doing, nigga?

Got an unlimited amount of jewelry on us, nigga

You know what I'm saying?

Bust down Double 0, you know what I mean? Double 0-7, all the emeralds, nigga, baguettes all around that bitch, nigga

We ain't playing, check the score

(Who that, Trell?)

You selling dope, make sure you run all the red lights

You kicking doors, make sure you run all the red lights

Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose

Crooked cop, uh, they gon' shoot a nigga for sure

Get it poppin', they just left a nigga in the cold

Red bottom, I guess I'ma stick to the code

One call all it take to tag your toe

You're twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos

[Lil Double 0:]

How Double 0 nineteen, but he act like he been here before?

Don't stop at no red lights if your head right, we gon' high speed and go

Screaming, "Fuck a security"

Got a chop with a drum and it's fully

Coming near me, I'll shoot every bullet

I've been fucking these groupies

My life is a movie, I jumped off the porch and I got straight to it

Mixing the Wock', I ain't drinking a smoothie

Ask Pluto, he'll tell you Lil Double 0 ruthless

If you stop at the red light, we hop out and shoot you

Mixing the Perc' with the weed, got my body delusional

Making plays in the trap while you watching a movie

All my bitches some slimes, you trust 'em, you lose it

I'ma wipe the boy nose if nobody else do it

If Pluto say fuck you, know what I'm doing

[Future:]

Selling dope, make sure you run all the red lights

You kicking doors, make sure you run all the red lights

Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose

Crooked cop, uh, they gon' shoot a nigga for sure

Get it poppin', they just left a nigga in the cold

Red bottom, I guess I'ma stick to the code

One call all it take to tag your toe

You're twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos

Twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos

Twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos

Make sure you run all the red lights

Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose

Tax it, we get it there, you pay a different price

I'm trapping, made it out the bando serving pearly whites

Captain's seat, autobiography, let's take a drive

Rolling down, uh, twenty cars in count, fuck a cop

Smoke a pound and front a truckload to the block

Bust down, Flintstone ice, big rocks

Losing count, count the money up and never stop

Bricks stamped, everywhere I go, I got the mop

Selling dope, make sure you run all the red lights

You kicking doors, make sure you run all the red lights

Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose

Crooked cop, uh, they gon' shoot a nigga for sure

Get it poppin', they just left a nigga in the cold

Red bottom, I guess I'ma stick to the code

One call all it take to tag your toe

You're twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos

Twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos

Twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos

Make sure you run all the red lights

Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose

Undefeated lyrics - Future (feat. Lil Keed)

[Future:]

I got that tool when I walk out the door

Got some head in the coupe and let off on her nose

I got some boujee, she holdin' my chopper

I got some boujee, she doin' my chores

I got that boujee, she loadin' my Glock

I got that boujee, she foldin' my clothes

Ay, I got that Glock on the seat

Ay, next to that chopper on the seat

Ay, come in too close and I'll tweak

Ay, come in too close and I'll tweak

Ay, I got some blood on my sneaks

Ay, I just shot cum on a freak

Ay, I just shot cum on a freak

Ay, I just shot cum on a freak

Two loaded guns, I got double the shells

Carolina blue on her mini Chanel

Hop in the coupe and I move like a snail

You can smell all type of kush in the air

Supply and demand, I keep movin' them bales

You keepin' that paper, Feds hot on your trail

Shootin' the lasers, yeah

Fresh out the blizzards, yeah

Face like a glacier, yeah

Sharp as a razor, yeah

Big as a mare, yeah

Hook her and slay her, yeah

Shots with a player, yeah

I do not eat it, yeah

I'm undefeated, yeah

If they repeat it, yeah

I got that tool when I walk out the door

Got some head in the coupe and let off on her nose

I got some boujee, she holdin' my chopper

I got some boujee, she doin' my chores

I got that boujee, she loadin' my Glock

I got that boujee, she foldin' my clothes

Load some vans, they meet at the dock

Hand on the fire when I'm whippin' the block

Family gon' doe when it comes to the boss

Spray out the fire when you it exhaust

Count some more money, it got me exhausted

I was in the dungeon before takin' off

Stay in the streets and I'm breakin' the law

Hang on the corner, they sellin' da boy

You come with them dollars, you come for the board

Came with a stylist you, missin' the sport

Ay, I got that Glock on the seat

Ay, next to that chopper on the seat

Ay, come in too close and I'll tweak

Ay, come in too close and I'll tweak

[Lil Keed:]

I got that boujee, she foldin' my clothes

I got that boujee, she throw on the pole

I grab that waist like a cosmo

Big trunk like a Tahoe

Did a show, a thousand a room

Headshot, put the cash on you, fool

Gucci socks, Chanel too

Big slime, breaking all the rules, yeah

Baby, I'm thuggin', I don't know about you

Yeah, John Wick shooter, yeah, they killin', ooh

Yes, I'm a big deal, pocket full of blues

Eleven hunnid for the paint, eleven for the shoes

Christian Dior, cuban link, Honolulu

You are not with it

You niggas tellin'

I seen it on television

Yeah, I sent him some racks

He goin' right for that milli'

Yeah, I sent the hoe home

She was actin' too petty

[Future:]

I got that tool when I walk out the door

Got some head in the coupe and let off on her nose

I got some boujee, she holdin' my chopper

I got some boujee, she doin' my chores

I got that boujee, she loadin' my Glock

I got that boujee, she foldin' my clothes

Once she approves, slip off the shoes

Sippin' so cool, sit by the pool

Who got the tool? Give me the tool

If you gon' snooze, then you gon' lose

Shoot at the fool like Winnie the Pooh

Put it on cruise, makin' her drool

Makin' the news, makin' the news

Stretchin' 'em out, makin' the news

Ay, I got that Glock on the seat

Ay, next to that chopper on the seat

Ay, come in too close and I'll tweak

Ay, come in too close and I'll tweak

Ay, I got some blood on my sneaks

Ay, I just shot cum on a freak

Ay, I just shot cum on a freak

Ay, I just shot cum on a freak

I'm undefeated, yeah

I'm undefeated, yeah

Upscale lyrics - Future & Young Thug (feat. Quavo)

[Young Thug:]

Gator bump, they ain't swag, though

Backburner full of fine hoes

Swag journies to the condo

Couple milli' off a ride, woah

That boy Cass'

N-N-Nonstop

[Quavo:]

Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)

Anything I see, I'm snatchin' (woo)

I'm geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)

Upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than Aladdin (yeah)

Park it at Magic (yeah)

Whippin' up, whippin' up magic (skrrt, skrrt)

Two hoes, classy (two)

But they gon' still get nasty (two)

Wrap it in plastic (hoo)

J Hawks landing in Kansas (brr, brr)

This that Wraith talk (Wraith)

Mill talk, all in the safe talk (safe)

Ain't worried 'bout no nigga, introduce him to K talk (K)

Go get the bag on a day off (racks)

Go get the rings out the playoffs (rings)

Pots in the beat, it's a bake-off (packs)

Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)

Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)

Make a bitch dance with a Draco (dance)

Walkin' with the cheese, that queso (cheese)

That's Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)

Private jet, we don't do layover (whew)

One call, I'm havin' your bae over (brrt)

Walk out the spot with the makeover (woo)

Got her addicted to payola (addicted)

Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)

Anything I see, I'm snatchin' (woo)

I'm geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)

Upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than Aladdin (yeah)

Park it at Magic (yeah)

Whippin' up, whippin' up magic (skrrt, skrrt)

[Young Thug:]

Yeah, Patek Philippe (yeah)

Every size diamonds an' it's neat (yeah, yeah)

Wipe a nigga nose (yeah)

50 bitches with me like Floyd (yeah, yeah)

If you come to my spot (yeah), you gon' need a motor scooter to tour (yeah)

I'ma put my dick in every hoe (yeah), I'm just a freaky lil' boy (yeah)

I'm takin' real X, nigga (yeah)

I'm takin' real X, nigga (yeah)

I was hittin' it from the back and guess what? (what?)

I was grippin' my Tec, nigga (yeah)

9th grade, I was late, nigga (yeah)

Had a closet full of minks, nigga (yeah)

Universal, hittin' licks, nigga (yeah)

F&Ns when you rich, nigga

Yeah, I took all my old jewelry back and upgraded to baguettes

Yeah, I used to be broke, but I'm rich now, I know you heard that

Yeah (yeah), I used to watch my big homie, now I know the bird dance (brr)

Yeah, now that all my niggas free, tell me where the smoke at

[Future:]

More smoke than puff

Bitch thick like buff

An' I'm straight out the slum with the yayo (strong)

Snap on this shit like I'm Fabo (skrrt)

We got squares and bales in Clayco

All my money and cars biracial

I can't count up the stars, they head-top

Soon I sit in that foreign, my leg cop

I bought a straight [?] with the crack rock (ya)

Hit a lick then I wanna cop the Maybach (ya)

I [?] was a dope-boy (dope-boy)

Now I save a hoe like a lifeguard

An' I got the Molly by the Eightball (yeah)

I get the bag on a day-day

I fucked the bitch on the Adderall (Adderall)

I put her up in my catalog

Soon as I came on the car lot, started fishtailing (skrrt)

Yeah, shawty gon' squirt it then spit it out back [?]

Yeah, shawty gon' bus' on the head first, no paramedics

Yeah, all I wanted, all I wanted was a hunnid mil

An' I'm there already

[Young Thug:]

Go get the bag on a day off (day off)

Niggas turnin' to a faceoff (faceoff)

I feel this aspirin like Rentanol

I got this shit out the bando (yeah)

I'm in the coupe with like nine hoes (nine hoes)

You better believe that they fine hoes (fine hoes)

I'm drippin' sauce with my eyes closed

Turned to a horse, I was riding hoes

Gator bump, they ain't swag, though

Backburner full of fine hoes

Swag journies to the condo

Couple milli' off a ride, woah

Used To This lyrics - Future (feat. Drake)

[Future:]

(Zaytoven)

Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano

New persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo (I'm moving on)

Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah)

Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future)

Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this

Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this

I know where I'm from and I got used to this

Mansion in the hills, I got used to this

Stack of booty bitches, I got used to this

There's Iceland in my wrist, I done got used to this

Tropicana bitches, I got all kinda flavors

Selling dope all my life, I can't do minimum wage (nah)

Dirty-dirty money, I got used to this (gang)

I give you my whole heart till there ain't nothing to give (Future)

You know how far we came if you know where we been

(Freebandz)

How many niggas you know can just hop in the Benz?

Be honest to yourself, don't you never pretend (tell 'em)

Don't ever play yourself, know when it all begins (you know)

I had to put my back against the wall (and what?)

Tell me that I don't deserve to ball

Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano

New persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo

Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna

Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (yeah)

Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this

Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this

I know where I'm from and I got used to this

Mansion in the hills, I got used to this

[Drake:]

Lambo come alive, man, I'm used to this

No one looks surprised cause we used to this

Imma make sure that we get used to this

Treat my brother's kids like they one of my kids

Never looking back on it, we did what we did

Could never find the time for the people I miss

Thought they had my back against the wall

Tell me that I don't deserve to ball

Well, then tell me who deserve it

Eyes getting low but I'm still observing, I see you lurking

Never see me out in person, I'm always working

Money on your head if you make a nigga nervous

Never made a move out here unless I was certain

Tatted on me, but this shit is deeper than the surface

I'm with everyone that I was here with in the first place

Making sure that they all good before they close the curtain

[Future:]

Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano

New persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo

Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah)

Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future)

Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this

Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this

I know where I'm from and I got used to this

Mansion in the hills, I got used to this

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Future other songs:

 

Very Begin lyrics - Future (feat. Guap Tarantino & Lil Wookie)

[Future:]

I'm actin' like I want revenge

D. Hill (D. Hill)

Look

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Burberry sticks, and I done it, I win

She don't wanna listen, I'm goin' at her friend

I graduate off the block, I'ma win

I graduate off the streets, copped the Benz

And I'm clout chasin' over here on my end

I'm could taste syrup 'cause it's watchin' me sin

I pop out the hood with Koreans

I pop out the hood with Koreans

[Guap Tarantino:]

I fuck on that bitch, that's the end

Spent racks on some Cartier lens

Margiela, hard top on machines

We'll shoot at the opp and they friends

And I'm makin' these racks with no plans

You sit in the trap with my kin

And I ran it like lap in my Benz

Yeah, Freeband Gang, we used to the wins

Watch gone, watch gone, nigga, I'm gone

Got bags comin' in, plug hittin' my phone

Want Oxycontin fuck alone

Young Freeband Gang, Al Capone

I know my bros they want slice of the pie

We split it even, don't crap on my guys

All the damn cap, boy, you tellin' them lies

Got me like [?] rub on her thighs

Yeah, ooh, somethin' like that's on fire

Ooh, they say I'm one of a kind

Sure, if a nigga playin', he dyin'

Ooh, I got a lot on the line

I got a bitch who gon' tell you some lies

Set your ass up, make you put down the fire

Bitch, I'm big Guap, they can't fit in my size

I'm with King Pluto, this shit like a prize

[Future:]

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Burberry sticks, and I done it, I win

She don't wanna listen, I'm goin' at her friend

I graduate off the block, I'ma win

I graduate off the streets, copped the Benz

And I'm clout chasin' over here on my end

I'm could taste syrup 'cause it's watchin' me sin

I pop out the hood with Koreans

I pop out the hood with Koreans

[Lil Wookie:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

J-Lo, my dope, it come straight out the pot

Diamonds, my mouth, it came straight out my watch

Fuck on your ho and you know she a thot

Fuck on her throat, then she go out the spot

Woke up, like, "Fuck it, today I wear all chains"

Racks out, they bustin' my jeans, they buy Balmains

Fifteen racks, holdin' nothin' that's small change

The ho came to us 'cause they found out you all lame

Yeah, tell a band, nigga been poppin'

Young Freebandz, nigga been poppin'

Yeah, all the whole hood poppin'

Yeah, all these fuck niggas watchin'

Yeah, watch came plain, I bussed it

Yeah, when the bands came I bussed it

It's your main ho we fuckin'

We keep it on the low so you don't know nothin'

Maison Margiela, don't make 'em all jealous

We carry these choppers to fuckin' protect us

This for your niggas who think about chasin' bullets

And hit for you nigga who clout chase

Got smoke, they gon' call us and tell us we steppers

Price on your head, drop the bag, they gon' get that

The thirty-round clip make a clout nigga get back

If you drop the bag, I jump out and push your shit back

[Future:]

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Burberry sticks, and I done it, I win

She don't wanna listen, I'm goin' at her friend

I graduate off the block, I'ma win

I graduate off the streets, copped the Benz

And I'm clout chasin' over here on my end

I'm could taste syrup 'cause it's watchin' me sin

I pop out the hood with Koreans

I pop out the hood with Koreans

What It Do lyrics - Future

Yeah

What it do, baby?

Yeah, uh

What it do, baby?

What it do, baby?

What it do, baby?

Then I copped the coupe for you no time

Then I copped a Rollie for you both times

Then I stepped your fashion game up lately

I'm just tryna ask you, what it do, baby?

What it do, baby? What it do, baby?

What it do, baby? What it do?

Real talk, I'm fuckin' with you and you know it

Ain't just talkin' with you, baby, I'm a poet

Ayy, I just throwed a couple G's on your feet

I just throwed a couple G's on your feet

I'm just ballin' just to show you we can ball

Ayy, why you callin'? Girl, you know that I'm a dawg

Play your position, can't be playin' niggas cheap

Niggas like me would put sand sheets on your seat

We be fuckin' in the AM, I'ma hit you past 3

Ayy, that's the same way that I fell for you

I used to come through, roll some L's with you

We shared a bond and the bid was long overdue

That's why we was in here drinkin' Hennessy

We tryna get out all our memories (You remember that?)

Ain't none of your ex's my enemy

They damn sure ain't no friend of me (No)

What got me to this point?

I'm really fuckin' with you, spendin' cash on that ass

Got to layin' up with you, pulled off when I smashed

You let me have my way, I got this good girl goin' bad

I ain't treat you like trash, what I'm really tryna ask

What it do, baby?

Then I copped the coupe for you no time

Then I copped a Rollie for you both times

Then I stepped your fashion game up lately

I'm just tryna ask you, what it do, baby?

What it do, baby? What it do, baby?

What it do, baby? What it do?

Whats Wrong lyrics - Future

[INTRO]

I can't answer questions for these fake ass niggas

I'm not about to tweet all you fake motherfuckers

comment on instagram you bitches

[CHORUS]

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

you love these hoes more than you love money

these niggas mad dat I'm stuntin'

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

I went to space and they felt left

I Guess you broke and you need help

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

We turning up and they turning down

we smoking kush and by the pound

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Yeen smashing models like us

Ain't popping bottles like us

Ain't getting money like us

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

[VERSE 1]

I'm outta I Told you in was in pluto

My wallet chain by prada and my pockets on a sumo

let me find out you cuffin hoes, we trippin off one blunt

my dawg I bought a bunch of smoke

The ferarri suicidal I done blowed out the brain

she exotic she got a body put her on a plane

you can have her man I don't want her she just came from spain

I just made a movie and took a green card back again

I Just went back to the dealership bought another benz

I had to order that 65 before it come in

I'm new millenium, maserati trucks of course

we came from nothing, we grinded up and jumped off the porch

[CHORUS]

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

you love these hoes more than you love money

these niggas mad dat I'm stuntin'

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

I went to space and they felt left

I Guess you broke and you need help

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

We turning up and they turning down

we smoking kush and by the pound

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Yeen smashing models like us

Ain't popping bottles like us

Ain't getting money like us

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

[VERSE 2]

My Shoes (What Dem Is) They Made By YSL

My Lil Boo (Aye What She In) She Stay In That Chanel

Whats wrong with you, I'm getting money cant you tell

They so confused, Cuz I Ain't need no auto-tune

my team in here turnt up to the maximum we're cooling

If you wanna get dem mushing my shit good then we can do it

five thousand on a outfit let me show you how I do it

I got bandz coming in dawg, faster than suzuki

Rockstar status dis da way I chunk my dueces

I couldn't stop her if I wanted to, dat girl she bad and choosing

they get mad when you take it and they hate you when you make it

patiently waiting, dat money coming like it aint got no patience

[CHORUS]

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

you love these hoes more than you money

these niggas mad dat I'm stuntin'

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

I went to space and they felt left

I Guess you broke and you need help

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

We turning up and they turning down

we smoking kush and by the pound

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Yeen smashing models like us

Ain't popping bottles like us

Ain't getting money like us

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Whole Lotta Racks lyrics - Future & Young Thug

[Future:]

First let me hit my cup, uh

Let me hold my tuss, uh, huh

(DY on the track)

Shit

Countin' up a whole lotta racks

Yeah, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I got a hoe with a text, uh

I put a million in max, uh

I put a song in the sex, uh

I gotta fly like a [?], uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I got some ice in my cup and it flawless, uh, uh, uh, uh

I hit your hoe last night and I [?]

Live in the sky on a jet

Got an extendo on the tech

Soon as they see the baguette

I put chinchilla on the carpet

Choppas gon' dead like New Orleans

I paid that hoe just might want it

I fully loaded my Rollie

I woke up today I was high

I woke up today in the sky

Let's get it, let's get it

Let's get it, let's get it (freeband)

From city to city

To city to city, to city

They wet it, they wet it, they wet it

They let me bust on their titties

I spin it, I spin it, I spin it

I try to forget it

I'm callin' the shots, nigga

Future lieutenant

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I got a hoe with a text, uh

I put a million in max, uh

I put a song in the sex, uh

I gotta fly like a [?], uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

[Young Thug:]

Thugger did you hit my hoe, yea, yea, yea, yea

Thugger did you wipe my nose, yea, yea, yea, yea

Thugger is you for show, yea, yea, yea, yea

Your money tall like a fro, yea, yea, yea, yea (on God)

They can't see inside I got tints on the rear, rear

Hit em in the back just like Ricky, drop the beer, beer

Private plane, tag on the wing and the rear, rear

Hop up out the jet, fly as a bird I got bees on the gears

Dab in the fashion, she perfect, I got her now she plastic

I taught her how to go and get the cash, she came fast

You better not giver her no money cause all she do is bringin' it to dad (Jeffery)

[Future:]

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I got a hoe with a text, uh

I put a million in max, uh

I put a song in the sex, uh

I gotta fly like a [?], uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

YSL Cheetah lyrics - Future

[Hook: x2]

YSL cheetah these are not adidas

Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda

Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic

Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching

Tiger strike Versace got me acting lil verace

Shoe games far, eat Christian not horacis

European jackets, I got scarfs on a tire

Fresh... lil nigga I'm messiah

Gucci's on my face and I'm looking right by you

Ysl hot tubs, man on fire

Denzel Washington key way flier

Chick on your hit, young nigga we will but her

Audemar from davis, swirl in the water

Adding 30 pounders, little cost up and extra corner

25 racks to the future, that's from deal main

Million dollar city, yeah I'm getting real money

[Hook: x2]

YSL cheetah these are not adidas

Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda

Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic

Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching

Wearing up sweaters, cost a main treasure

White canary yellow, purple or the yellow

Codeine habits, the Honda for the carriage

Took it in the goose shirt cause I don't like to wear it

Boss of the century, iPad memory

Thousand dollars shoe game, boosting up my energy

Versaces on the sofa, made the bitch super soak

Burberry blazer with the red bottom loafers

Every single color, I'm a free bands hustler

Ysl cheetah, pay my feet inside the jungle

Money over bitches, swear to God I never love them

Rock star life they call me future hugh hefner

[Hook: x2]

YSL cheetah these are not adidas

Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda

Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic

Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching

I told her ride it like a rarri, pop it like a molly

Ysl belt, and my jeans is cavali

Red bottoms on like my feet just caught a body

Red bottoms on like my feet just caught a body

I'm the hottest and the coldest, the flies and you nodes

Balence I got sneakers, stepping on you cockroaches

My chain cost a kilo, that don't include the piece though

That cost another kilo, my watch another kilo

All the girls they love me, I was taught to get money

Look down in my rollie, it's always time to get money

They get fly, I am fly, they burn fly, I'm jet fly

While animals, I wear those

They friendly, come pet mine

[Hook: x2]

YSL cheetah these are not adidas

Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda

Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic

Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching.