Splashin' lyrics - Future (feat. F.L.Y)

[Myko McFly:]

All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt

800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work

All about my check I need my cash, first

Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve

All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt

800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work

All about my check I need my cash, first

Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve

[Mook:]

I be taking care of business, need my cash first

The weight man is my partner so we pass purp

We be chiefing Sour Diesel, I rock GAP shirts

You mad as hell at me, you came in last first

I'm 'bout to trade the Vic and get a Jag, vert

Or money, diamonds on me, had to splash, squirt

Shorty you's a teardrop, seen that ass first

There's plenty women on me, I don't chase skirts

These niggas in my lane, I just mash, swerve

If they say they ain't been biting they got some nerve

But I don't worry 'bout 'em, I just bend, curve

And if you 'bout your money than just say "word"

[Myko McFly:]

All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt

800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work

All about my check I need my cash, first

Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve

[Future:]

Out in California, you can smell it on my shirt

800 dollars, on drink and on purp (loud)

I splash, I squirt, I splash, I squirt, I splash, I squirt (hold on)

Yeah, I make the bitches go berserk (turn up)

Yeah, all a nigga do is get money, drank syrup

All a nigga do is drop the bands and get it first

Astronaut persona man I'm never on Earth

All this pimping in my blood, I make the bitches say "church"

Church, and the smoke 800

He ain't bet a 100 with a pocket full of commas

You a slow learner, that's a pocket full of hundreds

[?] baby, hundreds smell like ganja

[Myko McFly:]

All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt

800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work

All about my check I need my cash, first

Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve

Boy stay out my lane, side swiping, driving reckless

You collar biting niggas, man I should have bought a necklace (that right)

In the VIP, you know we buying out the section

The pack come in, its gone again, yeah, we move it out like Tetris

You know I tax work, I cap first

I'm really talking [?], we just going swag surf

I keep that .40 on me, I blast, squirt

Nigga tryna rob me, see the casket first

I'm doing 'bout a 100 when I smash and swerve (skrtt)

Weed be super strong, I'm talking gas, and purp

All these bitches on me, yeah they smash, and slurp

This money over all, yeah the cash come first, ay

All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt

800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work

All about my check I need my cash, first

Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve

[Lil Vee:]

Lil Vee, what's up? Not much, leg go, leg go

I just sit back and observe, I don't say a word

If you come close to my lane you might just hit the curb (skrrt)

I been getting my caps in, I can't help but splurge

Sipping 100 dollar lean, [?] on the search

Take it to another level 'cause I got the urge

Flyest nigga around like them dirty birds

You know we shut it down, like when you get off work

Just tell me what you want, my partners got the work

And even gas, 20 dollar fill up

I shoot craps, I made 5 bands off the [?]

Striking every day, I can't help but come up

I should sign with Nike, gotta run that check up

[Myko McFly:]

All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt

800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work

All about my check I need my cash, first

Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve

All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt

800 a zone, I'm talking gas, work

All about my check I need my cash, first

Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve

Much More lyrics - Future

Don't understand

Nah yeah they don't understand

It ain't for them to understand tho you feel me

Street the kid kid baby

Ay what we have ay what we have

True story

Astronaut kid roll some kush

Ay peep my signs yo

Now what we have once more than they can ever see

Ay we be rocking we be trusting elementary

It's been a century yeah you remember me

I hate to bring you up sometimes see I got kids shorty

And I won't want them to have the relationship we have

Miss laying through the pain you was always there

I set your heart on fire I put your love in the air

No matter if you hit the ground you went up in the air

Cloud 9 elevation ain't no limitation

For me this recreation to you this your creation

Ay you put the game on it

Every time I don't won't you

You always comeback

What we have is much more than they can see

What we have is much more than they can see

What we have is much more than they can see

C roll the kush

Get me a cigarillo now

We some rock stars

I put my thoughts inside these cups

My vocal cards stope up my words coming out doper waffle house

Pen and serve yes sir

I feel like a baby again all these baby bottles yes sir

Sip up like we had a lean party

Dirty sprite I even gave you a nickname

It don't take much to make you

Put u in a soda pop and shake you

Ice on ice we coordinate in a major way

Remember Texas to Detroit you get major play

The best cup secret it gon' be hard to keep this secret

When you make me feel this good

We gotta understanding and we should

The lean taste good

Taste like Kool-Aid

Oh yea my favorite Kool-Aid

You got the body of a goddess. You're a Amazon

I put the candles we don't need no cameras on

You like to read books well I'm coming up with hooks

U might not know I'm paying attention this a great look

You focus on your future I'm a focus on today

You gotta work today what time you go you go by 8

You punching on the clock you on the flow by 10

You more then a dancer to me more like my friend yeah

I got the win for you snatch the Benz for you

I'm gon' grab the range fuck the money and the fame I feel your real pain

I know the real you baby

True story

You can trust that who!

Win let me hear hit from the top

So Cold (Interlude) lyrics - Future

When I reach down my Tru's, I pulled out a big bankroll

As I scrolled down my contacts, I got over a hundred-some hoes

Here he go right here, hold on

What you doing?

Uh, kinda busy

What you mean "Kinda busy"?

I'm-I'm kinda busy, stop it (Shh, be quiet)

Who the hell you're talking to?

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Who is that? Future over there or something?

I Got Yo Bitch lyrics - Future (feat. Rocko)

Fuck you then goddamn bitch I don't need you

Motherfucker, you ain't shit!

Baby just calm down calm down

I'ma call you back in 30 minutes OK

30 minutes? Please come back

Please baby baby please please baby come back

I'll be over there in 5 minutes

Why you keep fucking on that nigga? I love you girl goddamn it!

[Future:]

A quarter million worth of ice I got yo bitch with me nigga

Whole brick around my wrist I got yo bitch with me nigga

When I smash off in that coupé I got yo bitch with me nigga

I'm throwing money out the roof I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

Jury got me high, I don't wanna come down

I'm fresh like a dope boy smoking out a pound

These shots cause a racket

Got designer on my back

Got them goons in the front

I make a hundred k a month

I'm a young boss nigga and I gotta prove a point

I'm kicking shit with yo bitch backstage smoking joints

Louie V around my waist, I'm an A1 maniac

I got the city on my back

I got your city on my back

I got these bitches on my back

They on the stage doing a tootsie roll

I controlled all my hoes, no remote control

She had your heart inside her panties and she let it go

I'm leaving out the club and I'm like "let it go"

A quarter million worth of ice I got yo bitch with me nigga

Whole brick around my wrist I got yo bitch with me nigga

When I smash off in that coupé I got yo bitch with me nigga

I'm throwing money out the roof I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

[Rocko:]

If your bitch pop up on my radar then I'm 'a fuck her

They be like "Rocko? Man, I hate that little fucker"

Better move her to Augusta if you love her

I fuck on the counter not under the cover

Damn babe we low key we undercover

She could stand low with you my nigga oh I love her

I fuck her in the runner I don't need incidentals

Only no deposit I could fuck her in the closet

Pull off exhausted can't believe you sproused it

I fuck her on the house my nigga how you house that

I let you niggas lay up, I just slam

If you don't give a fuck I don't give a damn

[Future:]

A quarter million worth of ice I got yo bitch with me nigga

Whole brick around my wrist I got yo bitch with me nigga

When I smash off in that coupé I got yo bitch with me nigga

I'm throwing money out the roof I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I'm lit up like a stadium

Balling on gymnasium

We're smashing in the coupe

I got your bitch I'm about to play with her

Jimmy Choo gon' stay on her

Another bitch gon' lay on her

Quarter million worth of diamond yeah you know I'm cold as fuck

I'm fly as fuck you know it up you little dots don't make enough

Go to Gucci buy it up a gram of kush I roll it up

My purple cup dirtier than her I like it when they steady

And I love my drank muddy

Do the dash with my buddies throwing money out the roof

It ain't up for discussion and I can scoop her when I want to

I can hit her when I want to

Future hotter than sauna

Driving fast like daytona

With your bitch turn the corner we at the W I'm putting it on

A quarter million worth of ice I got yo bitch with me nigga

Whole brick around my wrist I got yo bitch with me nigga

When I smash off in that coupé I got yo bitch with me nigga

I'm throwing money out the roof I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

I got yo bitch, I got yo bitch with me nigga

Stand lyrics - Future (feat. Scooter)

Mike Da Rock Man

[Future:]

I like to stand on 'em

Make a nigga drop them bands on ya

I damn near wanna put a ring on ya

She looking good with them jeans on ya

All because we can stand on 'em

Every dude with them bands wanna

I like to stand on 'em

Make a nigga drop them bands on it

You damn near wanna put a ring on a

She looking good with them jeans on it

[?] stand on a

Every nigga with the bands on 'em

[?] you get so much attention

You're perfect from the back you look just like a model twisting

I put you in a photo, your standing in Manolo

Fuck around and drop a bankroll

I take you out of this world

I wanna show you the world

You're standing like a horse

You need to get no trust

I put you right in that Porsche

We smoke the best of the kush

You sip champagne if you wanna

I got a real ass nigga in your corner

You looking good if you wanna

Ooh, ooh, everybody gonna know to shoot

I'ma tell the whole truth, I'm gonna tell the whole truth

I love the way you pose, I make your finger close

You ain't never gonna climb a pole

Uh

I like to stand on 'em

Make a nigga drop them bands on ya

I damn near wanna put a ring on ya

She looking good with them jeans on ya

[?] stand on 'em

Every dude with them bands for it

I like to stand on 'em

Make a nigga drop them bands on it

You damn near wanna put a ring on a

She looking good with them jeans on it

[?] stand on 'em

Every nigga with the bands on 'em

[Young Scooter:]

Shorty so bad in them jeans, that's just how I flex it up

Wanted to just get her a ring, but I can't get close to her

All about money with her, 50 free bands on us

20 free bands I mean I'm fucking with her

Young Scooter baby black Migo world

A million dollars still wouldn't make you my girl

I give ya anything and I buy you the world

In the game finessing nigga out here said

Fully loaded whips, we got checks on us

Jug with you baby, no body live like us

Ride through to Mexico, where I run bands up

Yeah, run your bands on her

[Future:]

I like to stand on 'em

Make a nigga drop them bands on ya

I damn near wanna put a ring on ya

She looking good with them jeans on ya

[?] stand on 'em

Every dude with them bands for it

I like to stand on 'em

Make a nigga drop them bands on it

You damn near wanna put a ring on a

She looking good with them jeans on it

[?] stand on 'em

Every nigga with the bands on 'em

Them citizens, the 7s

The way they fit your frame

I wanna have you to my self, I'm tryna show you with no lames

You shining by yourself you so much better than these dames

I wanna take you by yourself and go hop right up on a plane

Let's go play by the sea

Pick the brauds you can see

I like them Tory Birch that fashion and how they complement your feet

You so bossy you a boss

Bruh she shitting on Kelis

These niggas wanna drop the bands

And all she wants is me

Let's go lay up in a suite

Let's go sweep you off your feet

Let's go take a shopping spree

You like Fendi? [?]

You ain't fucking with BeBe

You look better in CC

I can spot you across the street

The way you stand is so unique

I like to stand on 'em

Make a nigga drop them bands on ya

I damn near wanna put a ring on ya

She looking good with them jeans on ya

All because we can stand on 'em

Every dude with them bands wanna

I like to stand on 'em

Make a nigga drop them bands on it

You damn near wanna put a ring on a

She looking good with them jeans on it

[?] stand on 'em

Every nigga with the bands on 'em

Pajamas lyrics - Future (feat. Rocko)

[Rocko:]

What is lean?

Future

What that is you got in that Sprite fool?

[Future:]

Ay

[Rocko {Future}:]

I pulled your bitch in my pajamas

I got your main thing giving me the neck (In my pajamas)

Wake up in the morning, thumb through a check (In my pajamas)

Yeah, I do this this shit (In my pajamas)

Yeah, ay (In my pajamas)

{TTG, fool, I hit licks} (In my pajamas)

{LOL} (In my pajamas)

{We gon' walk inside the mall and buy that bitch} (In my pajamas)

[Future:]

Rolling up the strong loud gas in my pajamas

Pulled a bitch baby momma, Fucked a bitch in her pajamas

Standing on the porch, pulled a bitch in my pajamas

Pulled up with the horse everywhere on my pajamas (Ralph)

Versace house shoes I'm inside the Porsche Carrera

Burberry boxers, boy this bitch look like Ciara (turn up)

She digging my demeanor fully strapped up with a barrel

Ralph Lauren white T this ain't American Apparel

Iced out in my pajamas, flyer than a sailor

Drinking lean by the gallon the lean man owe me a favor

Count the check in my pajamas I'm a major figure player

Spent a grip on my pajamas, my pajamas got flavor

In my pajamas, yeah. In my pajamas

[Rocko {Future}:]

I pulled your bitch in my pajamas

I got your main thing giving me the neck (In my pajamas)

Wake up in the morning, thumb through a check (In my pajamas)

Yeah, I do this this shit (In my pajamas)

Yeah, ay (In my pajamas)

{TTG, fool, I hit licks} (In my pajamas)

{LOL} (In my pajamas)

{We gon' walk inside the mall and buy that bitch} (In my pajamas)

[Rocko:]

The best part of waking up is going to get the lumber

I can't wait to get that lumber

I pull up in my pajamas

On my momma I do numbers in my pajamas

G&G pajamas I bought them in Bahamas

The cost a pretty penny (aye ' bout how much)

'Bout 6 hundred

Style on 'em, [?], think I'm talking funnel

I was [?]

I was fully talking auto

Fully loaded, auto (the car)

Fully loaded, auto

Shoot first, ask questions later

Nigga I be under

I live for the trouble

I pull up in my pajamas

A1 nigga my life fun

You would think we hit the lotto

Nigga we 10 hundred

Get money in our pajamas

[Rocko {Future}:]

I pulled your bitch in my pajamas

I got your main thing giving me the neck (In my pajamas)

Wake up in the morning, thumb through a check (In my pajamas)

Yeah, I do this this shit (In my pajamas)

Yeah, ay (In my pajamas)

{TTG, fool, I hit licks} (In my pajamas)

{LOL} (In my pajamas)

{We gon' walk inside the mall and buy that bitch} (In my pajamas)

[Future:]

Fendi boxes Fendi draws

Might be drinking Waffle House

100 bands, 100 dollar bills, stashed off in the house

Living above the law, in pajamas cooking raw

I catch a jugg in my pajamas, then we hop up out the car

The trunk. When the check clear, my trapping up to par

Stuff the kush in my cigar in my pajamas no facade

It's that time of month, with the broads

They're in the pajamas out in South Beach

I'm at the Fontainebleau pulling bitches in my Louis V

[Rocko {Future}:]

I pulled your bitch in my pajamas

I got your main thing giving me the neck (In my pajamas)

Wake up in the morning, thumb through a check (In my pajamas)

Yeah, I do this this shit (In my pajamas)

Yeah, ay (In my pajamas)

{TTG, fool, I hit licks} (In my pajamas)

{LOL} (In my pajamas)

{We gon' walk inside the mall and buy that bitch} (In my pajamas)

Speaks lyrics - Future

What up, it's the astronaut kid, the designer kid

Future and you rocking with me

Dirty Sprite, yeah

The drink muddy, nigga

I'm taking that shit to a whole 'notha level

It's been a motherfucking movie

It's epic, motion picture, understand that

Double salute to the streets, did it for us

A1 since day one, Freeband gang

Shoutout to the world

4 My People lyrics - Future (feat. Tasha Catour)

Announcements in apartments balling in the park

Ballers in the club who be balling after dark

For them project kids who jerseys living large

I gotta represent for my people

Even when your down when you on the ground

Gotta walk around with a smile

Gotta represent for your people

Gotta represent for my people

TOSH

All I know is hustle, grinding, muscle shining

So I ain't going home tonight

This for my own struggle making

Tussle just facing this what I call a hell of a life

A whole dollar worth of pennies cased up it's a Penelope

It's sad to say my favorite auntie is a crack smoke

But I would serve it to her now I'm tryna shake off for it

I been a star to her rapping a Celia

I'mma set the record straight I promise we gon' be OK

My auntie Brinda use to bring me mad customers my people

Had my back no matter what I gotta fuck with them

My nigga quin we might as well be blood brothers

Swear to God I ain't lying I love you just like my blood brother

I know you feel the same way on the God who judges us

Hit me with a text up online got my songs money can't buy

A real friends just wanna see you wrong come on

TOSH

All I know is hustle, grinding, muscle shining

So I ain't going home tonight

This for my own struggle making

Tussle just facing this what I call a hell of a life

Whatever girls do don't just show it at them

Every time I'm 'bout to leave that's when my girl start fussing

So just give most of my time to her for her

I wanna be able to buy her some chillings and furs

I wanna be everything that your heart deserves

I need to get rich my grandma getting old and her

To see my old lady in pain I know her bones aching

I pray is meant for you to see your grandson make it

Marc told me I was destined for greatness

I took a negative and made a great situation

I'm great at turning nothing to some you better act like

And even when you hungry

TOSH

All I know is hustle, grinding, muscle shining

So I ain't going home tonight

This for my own struggle making

Tussle just facing this what I call a hell of a life

I put my hoodie on my head when I'm in the vocal booth

I scream little Mexico my real people hold it out to

I heard some dudes acting funny

'Cause the kid getting money

But I'm making more for the same dudes that sound funny

I make my hood official true story I did it

We get respected in the streets like the mafia

Young future in the cut with tilapia

The feeling that you get to know your real niggas proud of ya

They know we hit them licks in the todium the pass for me

Spit that dog food on wax all they ask for me

I can barely breathe

When I was writing this I bet I go extra hard after reciting this

TOSH

All I know is hustle, grinding, muscle shining

So I ain't going home tonight

This for my own struggle making

Tussle just facing this what I call a hell of a life

Kno Mercy (2010) - Future (with DJ Bobby Black)

• Road To Riches
• Watch This
• Old Hunnduds
• Bishop Certified Legendary Speaks
• Thug Song
• Lil Mexico Lingo
• Built To Last
• Code We Honor
• DJ Bobby Black Speaks
• Gettin' It In 

Road To Riches lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future

You wouldn't believe this shit, baby

Feel like I'm going through a crisis, I can't let this shit phase me

I let the streets raise me, my momma tried to save me

I ain't been asleep in a decade, I'm damn near crazy

I need to see a plug, money is a drug

Tryna stay on it long as I have breath in my lungs

Had a talk with Messiah, everything about to come

Young nigga, become, you got the world in your palm

Call it Future Baby flow, well that's just some shit by accident

I don't rap 'bout spitting no sympathy

Pull strings, nigga, like symphony

The limit is the sky [?]

Astrology, I'm a astronaut forever, nigga

I'm ghetto and I'm clever, nigga

On the road to riches

I'm into cars and bitches

Don't let it affect you

Don't let it affect you

On the road to riches

Took many nights and days

Don't let it affect you

Don't let it affect you

I do cocaine, I be dripping on

I'm sipping lean, no gasoline

This gon' help my dreams, I'ma clear my thoughts

When I hit the scene I'ma come out clean

I can't fold, bro, this for my soldiers

Can't throw no names, that's a dirty game

Free Lil Boosie, love is pain

Love the game, but can't take the pain

I been the same ever since they unwrapped the whole thang

Fucking with my sanity, I did this shit for my family

It wasn't supposed to be this hard, I fucked around, start gambling

Shoot outs in the park 'til somebody call up the ambulance

I know some niggas that'll hit your head for a half a gram

Won't fall for anything, sacrificing who I am

I'm in a cheddar race, 'cause Asgard up in a better place

I'm in outer space, can't feel my face I'm astronaut, whatever, nigga

I'm ghetto and I'm clever, nigga

On the road to riches

I'm into cars and bitches

Don't let it affect you

Don't let it affect you

On the road to riches

Took many nights and days

Don't let it affect you

Don't let it affect you

Watch This lyrics - Future (feat. Rocko)

[Future:]

(Ooh, Mercy)

Ay, watch this (ay, watch this)

Yeah, watch this (Man, watch this)

Man, watch this (Watch this)

Ay, watch this (Movie, movie)

Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'

Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss

Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit

Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get

Watch this

Ay, watch this

Watch this

Man, watch this

See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at

Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this

Ay, you're standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at (Future)

All these damn diamonds, man, just motherfucking look it (Shine)

Keep that shit a milli', I'd be lying if I ain't dilly

Got them True Religion Billies, pop so many tags, it's silly

My dog caught a thirty and they say he gon' appeal it

I'm blowing through the racks like a fan on the ceiling

She got that stupid brain, but my heart ain't got no feeling

I'm iced out for real, dog, pouring up, tripping

I'm slowing up my motions like my diamonds backwards flipping

My nigga rolling strong, we some motherfucking hippies

Got a hundred thousand soldiers, I ain't motherfucking slipping

I can wear my ice anywhere without no supervision

Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'

Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss

Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit

Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get

Watch this

Ay, watch this

Watch this

Man, watch this

See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at

Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this

I'm a cold-hearted criminal, everything flashy

Young rich nigga, all my hoes get nasty

Booty shaking bitches love a nigga with fantastic

See the money coming, I'ma flip it like gymnastic

Ten band jugg, that ain't even worth my glasses

Moscato and Patron Platinum, dumping out the ashes

Cold like Aspen, designer, I'm flashing

Fuck your baby mama like Kourtney Kardashian

Scotty call my phone, I be picking up laughing

Saks Fifth shopping, true story, I ain't bragging

I'd like to thank my jeweler, all these bad bitches I'm bagging

Check like mine, no talk, straight smashing

Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'

Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss

Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit

Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get

Watch this

Ay, watch this

Watch this

Man, watch this

See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at

Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this

[Rocko:]

Ay

Ay, everybody know my MO, money long like limo

Came in the game, I spend a mil' like, "Motherfuck a demo"

Ay, watch this, ay, watch me, ay, watch me wiggle this for 'em

Ay, watch me turn that one to two, then that two into four (Work, work)

I need all the extra I can get

Dismantle it, put it back together, ay, watch me remix this bitch

Ay, watch me count a couple hundred, watch me fuck up the lot

Ay, watch me pull that Aston Martin out like, "Look what I bought"

Ay, watch how everybody watch me every time that I talk

Ay, watch me walk with my limp, ay, fire, you know I got that, yo

Ay, watch me stand on the couch, watch how they react when

I throw this cash up in the air while they reenact me

[Future:]

Ay, watch me, watch how I dance, watch it light up and glist'

Watch this chain, how it shine, watch it wink and it kiss

Watch the movie, young homie, I see you watching this shit

Watch me walk in the club, watch how crazy it get

Watch this

Ay, watch this

Watch this

Man, watch this

See you standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at

Standing there, just watching, I'ma give you something to look at, watch this

Old Hunnduds lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future

I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

Fish parkay, numb ya face when ya taste

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

30K in the club, shit, you wanna play?

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

The money, the power, the cars, the love, the respect

Got a '69 Camaro 'round my mo-fucking neck

But before you hit a plug, you used to call up your connect

You could tell I fucking fish I mean I'm playing with a check

Got that money on my mind and it's easy to finesse

You got them racks on top on racks, that fish parkaying is the best

Rocking Cartier, oh yes, straight like chandelier oh yes

Aquafina clear, oh yes, Future outta here, oh yes

I brought the base with me, you could bet a cake on it

Got some old habits, ain't nothing changed, I'm still on it

Spent so much on platinum, the kid shoulda been on it

Put the money to ya nose, you could smell the dust on it

I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

Fish parkay, numb ya face when ya taste

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

30K in the club, shit, you wanna play?

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

Got bands, got racks, got cash, got stacks

Got cheese, got cheddar, got mula, got fetti

Got pounds, got euros, got bacon, got scratch

Move packs, flip packs, get cash get get it

Get Grants, get jets, get green, get lean

Get Franks, got Macs, wanna play? We ready

Two stacks, three stacks, four stacks

Twenty mil', twenty mil', forty mil', we ready

One comma, two, comma three, come and get llama get

Llama gotta get a dog, gotta add up digits

Few fishtail I'm too exquisite

Parkay fish, you could try little fishes

All these hits until we spend a sack

And since you know we did it

Yeah we did it, too consistent

I stay with it

We don't do it for the fame all we want is guap

We don't do it for the bitches 'cause we been had blocks

Get that cash, get that cash, want it off top

Put that money to ya nose get some dust in it

I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

I got them old hundreds, I got them old hundreds

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

Fish parkay, numb ya face when ya taste

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

30K in the club, shit, you wanna play?

I got them old hundreds, them new ones on the way

Bishop Certified Legendary Speaks lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future

Speaking for a million, this is bishop

Official Certified Legendary signee, no mercy

No mercy is death before dishonor

No mercy is taken from the oppressed

Unmercifully keeping them hungry

No mercy is the judge chambers

Trying our children as adults

No mercy is facing two life sentences, plus forty

Which is psychological breakdown to the base

And causes a slow death or suffocation, and to steal your faith

No mercy is the systematical system programmed agenda at all costs

By any means necessary to kill, steal, and destroy you

No mercy is the system allowing our babies to die

Or so-called "justified slaughters" by the agents of oppressors

No mercy was, and still is Nat Turner, Jared Jackson, Huey P. Newton, and Bobby Seale

Thug Song lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future (feat. Rocko)

[Future:]

Living in the streets, taking chances every day

My people hit the spot, my dog go to trial today

In the plug, they give his ass thirty years straight

One of the goonies got ninety-nine for that murder case

Keep that strap and that tooly, 'cause I know it ain't safe

Smoking on Kush, tryna make that pain go away

Throwing money, can see the tears falling from my face

Throwing money, it's like the tears falling down my face

Couldn't see it coming down my eye, so I had to let the money fly

Couldn't see it coming down my eye, so I had to make the money cry

[Tasha Catour:]

And this the thug song, we had touch from above

We one the come up now, and it's a new day now, hey

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

[Rocko:]

Trapping with the gang, running up that green

Where I don't pay gold, so you know I took a chance

I done stacked a couple Ms, I done lost a couple friends

But I don't give a damn, I swear, I'd do it all again

I done sold a couple drugs, finessed a couple plugs

My nigga asked me if I care, I said, "I don't give a fuck."

I done bust a couple moves, I bust a couple tools

Ain't shit changed, find me, I'ma bust at you

Pay cash for all my cars, done fucked all of the stars

Who woulda thought a trap boy make it this far?

The hood on my back, the streets show me love

Shout out to all my thug, I do this shit for us

[Tasha Catour:]

And this the thug song, we had touch from above

We one the come up now, and it's a new day now, hey

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

[Future:]

Let's toast it up for all my thugs on they way back home

Let's toast it up for all my thugs, my people dead and gone

I wish my nigga Loco was right here to hear my song

I got blood, sweat, and tears inside my tone

If I never got to mention, I'm proud of me

I get more money than a student with a college degree

I pop out, like it's water, and it's staring to me

My La Familia is deep, you can never see me

I keep designers on my face, 'cause I stay as high as can be

I got some real bad nerves, and I still'll serve

We roll the dice and shake 'em up, and let 'em go off the curb

This for them little Mexico niggas, [?]

[Tasha Catour:]

And this the thug song, we had touch from above

We one the come up now, and it's a new day now, hey

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

Lil Mexico Lingo lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future (feat. Young Scooter)

[Future:]

I got 31,000, Mexico lingo

Future selling dope, that's that Mexico lingo

10 on an auti, Mexico lingo

You not an astronaut, that's the Mexico lingo

If you say 100, I say a thousand

When you got the racks like me, the money keep piling

I don't write in the booth, I'm just freestyling

When your lingo turn up, you can freestyle it

Most of my niggas draped up, like we from the islands

With these Freebands, I'm 'a try to buy an island

Flyer than a pilot, and the co-pilot

Yeah, that's gotta be me

I got 31,000, Mexico lingo

Future selling dope, that's that Mexico lingo

10 on an auti, Mexico lingo

You not an astronaut, that's the Mexico lingo

Keep that gun with me, I got that heavy

Louie on my luggage, I keep the automatic

Snacking on swag, I see you niggas try to snatch it

Gigantic, Titanic, my diamonds wet like the Atlantic

Geronimo swagging, I see you got panoramic

The world is FBG, young Future copped the planet

Black boy, white boy, all them niggas got me talking Spanish

Holy Guapomoli, speak so well, you can't understand it

I got 31,000, Mexico lingo

Future selling dope, that's that Mexico lingo

10 on an auti, Mexico lingo

You not an astronaut, that's the Mexico lingo

[Young Scooter:]

That Mexico lingo, see them niggas tryna steel it

They watching and observing, they see the hoes dig it

Anything Scooter say, probably worth a million

Finessing like a fool, racks taller than a building

My Migos, my friends, all we do is talk millions

Casino, Future, and Mexico Ran getting it

In love with money, I just can't stop getting it

Freebands all day, that's the only way we living

[Future:]

I got 31,000, Mexico lingo

Future selling dope, that's that Mexico lingo

10 on an auti, Mexico lingo

You not an astronaut, that's the Mexico lingo

Built To Last lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future (feat. Young Dose)

[Young Dose:]

I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags

Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag

Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass

Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past

I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags

Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag

Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass

Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past

[Future:]

Went to sleep on Ferragamo

Got a closet for a condo

I might wake up in a penthouse like I'm inside Neiman Marcus

Popping tags and I'm heartless

I'm a hustler and a artist

I roll me up a forest

I can freestyle a portrait

A couple hundred thou' cash, coming for the fortunes

I'm living in the skybox, Louis V, Porches

Purple drink endorsing, horseshoe, no horses

Six gear Porches, y'all niggas extorting

Lesson for a check, Corvette on my neck

Catch me running to the guala, bet I won't break a sweat

Bad bitches, good sex, good bottom, good neck

Give her two thumbs up, real niggas rock baguettes

[Young Dose:]

I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags

Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag

Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass

Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past

I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags

Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag

Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass

Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past

It's like peace up, A down

Rich nigga, cash cow

My ice, bling-blaow

Fuck later, we eating now

Stack white boys, Ace Miles

Make it rain like grey clouds

Bad bitch, front seat, ass up, face down

Fear the black cats, I'm superstitious

Swagger right, true to my religion

Glass pot, metal fork, whole block water whipping

Haters hate every day, wishing they could play my position

Came up without a pot to piss in

Bent ends we hitting

Foreign coupes, we whipping

Playing around, your ass end up missing

Dunked out, found by a fisherman

Smoke your ass like a swisher

Rose by the pitcher, got lean by the liter

Treat every day like it's my birthday

Fresh like every day we [?]

I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags

Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag

Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass

Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past

I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags

Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag

Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass

Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past

[Future:]

You living in the past, I'm making moves for my kid's kids

New era, no lens, put piranhas on your wig

You will never think again, your whole face sinking in

Put your brain in the wig

At the bottom of the lake pussy niggas can't swim

At the top of the fountain, you tryna soak it in

Banging on this Colombian chick, I'm praying for my sins

Can't fold in the trenches, won't break, won't bend

[?]

Future setting trends

Let him blossom, no kid

Paper tags, wipe me off

Poor nigga, high class

No Pistol, no mask

Future coming for your stash

Went to sleep counting cash, woke up in a Jag

[Young Dose:]

I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags

Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag

Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass

Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past

I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags

Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag

Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass

Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past

Code We Honor lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future

Kno Mercy

Signin' two cups in this bitch

(Bobby Black)

(Corona)

Benjamin BMG

(The Grand Wizard)

The code we honor, fuck your honor

I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin

A flock of [?] rule the nation

From rags to riches, that's my destination

The code we honor, fuck your honor

I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin

A flock of [?] rule the nation

From rags to riches, that's my destination, final destination

One nation earn the mula, fetty

You can keep the cameras rollin', I don't need no edit

We give back to the streets, but won't take no payment

Say once you unleash a beast, a lotta blood gettin' shed

Spill the ammunition on the ice when I wear it

Drape like a crystal ball over a thousand of carats

Feel like a billionaire boy, take my cup in Paris

On the flight, thinkin' 'bout them long nights servin' K

Cross my heart, hope to die, in the sky, livin' legend

Granted me the gift to God, I'ma do it with a passion

Over two hunnid on the dash, bitch, catch me when I'm passin'

I grab the cup [?]

The code we honor, fuck your honor

I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin

A flock of [?] rule the nation

From rags to riches, that's my destination

The code we honor, fuck your honor

I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin

A flock of [?] rule the nation

From rags to riches, that's my destination, final destination

Ain't got nothin' to prove, everything for sale

I been the fuckin' fool, and I'm well prepared

We got lots of paper, we don't want no friends

Keep my circle tight, I don't want you in

Roll the credits, dawg, we the main stars

All the times you looked down, look up, we done came far

Ain't no [?] team, I'm with my same squad

Cheated a million times, I'm with my same broad

See, I ain't take her virginity, but I took her heart

See, I'm in love with money, we'll will never go out

We just some niggas together when times became hard

They murdered Hard Nard, my heart forever scarred

The code we honor, fuck your honor

I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin

A flock of [?] rule the nation

From rags to riches, that's my destination

The code we honor, fuck your honor

I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin

A flock of [?] rule the nation

From rags to riches, that's my destination, final destination

My cousin on parol

I'm constantly on the road

Get twenty thousand for a walk through

Gettin' paid for Molly and gold

Enough slang I could write me a dictionary

My combo is extraordinary

We speakin' and they call us legendary

Let my thoughts free, evolutionary

Won't break my silence, I go out ridin'

We international, my G, I can't even hide it

We'll never touch the ground no more, I promise I'm the flyest

They can't deny it, I'm bigger than Goliath

My empire, hard times expired

My attire, rap style

Body covered up in VVS's, feel baptized

My lifestyle is extravagant, I ain't never satisfied

Saint Woo found his appeal, and I hope he just defy it

The code we honor, fuck your honor

I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin

A flock of [?] rule the nation

From rags to riches, that's my destination

The code we honor, fuck your honor

I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin

A flock of [?] rule the nation

From rags to riches, that's my destination, final destination

DJ Bobby Black Speaks lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future

Yeah, had to light up my dutch master

This gettin' ready to be a classic right here

This the official hood album, Kno Mercy

I go by the name of the kid Bobby Black

So you know it's gotta be a classic

I got my man DJ Mars inside the building with me

Brought along my man Future

My antenna straight from the East side of Atlanta

Zone 6 to be exact, bitches

We call this one a hood album

'Cause I ain't got that other shit y'all DJ's got on y'all mixtapes

My shit exclusive, holla at me

Fast up, my people dyin'

Big Truth, all my people over there, I grab 'em up

Mixtape kings, I'm gettin' ready to shut my mouth man

Go grab your swishers, your Hennessy

Your dutch masters, whatever it takes for you to get fucked up

Your Grey Goose, we gettin' ready to jump this shit up

Let's go in

Gettin' It In lyrics - DJ Bobby Black & Future (feat. Stuey Rock)

[Future:]

I done it first, before you were even in

I saw trends fore they were even in

I'm riding in something foreign

Got cars that ain't even in

Plug give me 10

Drink rosé, ain't even out yet

Got guns, we getting it, got shoes, we getting it

Got racks we ain't even spent

I got 4 jets waiting for me to get it

I got Gucci, Raf and shit

Young rich nigga really don't care

Mexico, my nigga don't even play fare

Bitches living in the world I got, swag on space a lot

Gang through my bloodline, yeah

Hit up Bari, take it out there

Put it in a body, take it to the trap

Got them bags, split it

Three bitches there, you know they're there

Dropped 40K on a whip, don't even care

She wanna fuck in the limo on the low lo

My plug got that good dope

That good smoke, check my mojo

Me and Casino high off that Pludo

I'm in space, never on Earth

Got them diamonds hanging on my shirt

All them pretty bitches wanna flirt

All these hoes going twerk

I done it first, before you were even in

I saw trends fore they were even in

I'm riding in something foreign

Got cars that ain't even in

Plug give me 10

Drink rosé, ain't even out yet

[Stuey Rock:]

He's Future, I'm Stuey Rock

Got them hoes whipping up the pot

Posted in the club 'til they call the cops

Lil nigga I call the shots

Do whatever that get me payed

I do shots when I'm in the shade

So many whips in my new place

Which one should I drive today

And that bitch be tossing bricks

Got too many bitches, how I do this

Flexing hard, you swear you rich

Now I run it back, that's my bitch

Now we big, we popping off

All of ya'll keep falling off

You niggas be so fake, them niggas be styling for show

In the club, get all the brauds

Go home, get all the brauds

I'm FDU, that mean I'm fresher than you

So nigga, what you going do

Fuck with Future, fuck with Rock, choose

[Future:]

I done it first, before you were even in

I saw trends fore they were even in

I'm riding in something foreign

Got cars that ain't even in

Plug give me 10

Drink rosé, ain't even out yet

Future other songs:

 

1000 lyrics - N.E.R.D & Future

[Pharrell Williams:]

Ah, ah

(Hey, hey, hey!) Assembling a riot

(Hey, hey, hey!) Chanting and circling the fires

(Hey, hey, hey!) Heard behavior, can't keep it quiet

(Hey, hey, hey!) Kinetic energy a thousand times higher

Holy shit, it's working, we all got in

Holy shit, it's working, now look at my friends

Holy shit, it's working, it's bitter to the taste

Holy shit, it's working, we dancin' in place

What goes up must come down

What goes in must come out

You surrounded, dog, come on, look around

Hey, hey, I was in, but no, not now

Holy shit, it's working, no more trail of tears

Holy shit, it's working, the prophecy is here

Holy shit, it's working, we're wreckin' this bih

Holy shit, it's working, one thousand percent

In the mirror, there's a hero

One, zero, zero, zero

[Future:]

Hey, hey, hey! One thousand

Git one thousand

hundred, one thousand

Uh, one thousand

My girl don't wear shoes unless they cost over a thousand

Brand new coupe cost couple hundred thousand

Got some models in the bed and they comin' by the thousand

Them young goons never sleep, they somewhere prowlin'

Everywhere we go they tote a chopper by the thousand

Rick Owens boots, I'm walkin' on a few thousand (ay)

Champagne in the club costs thousands

We got gold by the bar, that's thousands

Ferragamo belt will hit me for a even thousand

We can gamble right now, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand

Count the money up in all hundreds, all thousands

I'm too rich to talk if ye ain't talking thousands

[Pharrell Williams:]

In the mirror, there's a hero

One, zero, zero, zero

Ah, ah

(Hey, hey, hey!) Assembling a riot

(Hey, hey, hey!) Chanting and circling the fires

(Hey, hey, hey!) Heard behavior, can't keep it quiet

(Hey, hey, hey!) Kinetic energy a thousand times higher

Holy shit, it's working (I'm feeling like a saint)

Holy shit, it's working (my feel sorry, can't)

Holy shit, it's working (we painted our face)

Holy shit, it's working, the rainbow angst

One, zero, zero, zero

One, zero, zero, zero

One, zero, zero, zero

One, zero, zero, zero

In the mirror, there's a hero

One, zero, zero, zero

[Shay Haley:]

Act like you don't really hear a lot

You can pretend when you are

Karma makes sure tears will drop

You'll be wishing that your year will stop

It'll be a thousandfold, one, zero, zero, zero, dot

Act like you don't really hear a lot

You can pretend when you are

Karma makes sure tears will drop

You'll be wishing that your year will stop

It will be a thousandfold, one, zero, zero, zero, dot

[Pharrell Williams:]

One, zero, zero, zero

One, zero, zero, zero

One, zero, zero, zero

One, zero, zero, zero

In the mirror, there's a hero

One, zero, zero, zero

[Future:]

Hey, hey, hey! One thousand

Git one thousand

hundred, one thousand

Uh, one thousand

100it Racks lyrics - Future (feat. Drake & 2 Chainz)

Southside

Summer '16

Yeah

Freebandz, OVO

DJ Esco

Talkin' duffle talk, yeah

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

And I, I got a...

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

All y'all niggas don't matter

I hit threes off-balance

I switch hands like Allen

For the whole 6, I'm wildin'

You think she your baby girl

She text us like Dallas

Oh, shit, guess it don't matter

Talk down on me, I'm flattered

Whole Freebandz on Xanax

Y'all can't do no damage

Wrong cup, guess it don't matter

This one tastes like candy

This one must be Hendrix

Fuck y'all boys, y'all finished

You're dead!

I don't talk to hoes about business

Diamond in my tooth from the dentist

Put a nigga name in the Guinness

'Member when my phone was on minutes

I ain't dead yet like I'm Bruce Willis

I ain't really worried 'bout a image

Y'all still treat it like a scrimmage

And I, I got a...

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Geez!)

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

I, I got a... (DJ Esco)

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Yeah!)

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Why not? Haha)

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Okay)

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Okay)

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Okay)

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (True!)

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (2 Chainz!)

Hundred thousand bustin' out the wrapper (Ugh!)

Count it up 'til I get a callous (Ugh!)

I don't really talk to y'all rappers (Mm!)

Put codeine in a Snapple (Ugh!)

Put codeine on a salad (Salad)

Guess I'm on a codeine diet (Diet)

Put another hundred in the rifle (Rifle)

Everybody better be quiet, uh (Shh)

Everybody put your hands higher (Higher!)

Then I chop the top like, "Hi-yah," woo!

All of my 16s fire, ooh

All of my bitches bi-ah

They buyin' extra clothes, I mean

They bisexual, I mean

Versace sectional, I mean

Roll up the Texaco, I mean

This is the crazy flow

I got a straitjacket in the booth (Ugh)

I smoke a joint durin' an interview (Ugh)

Got the Rolex playin' peek-a-boo (Ugh, ugh)

All of you niggas that took the swag (Ugh!)

I'ma have to get residuals (Ugh!)

I'm a different individual (Ugh!)

Got my hand on my genitals (Ugh!)

I got a...

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

And I, I got a...

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

We ain't gotta use no scale (Yeah)

It's all there, you ain't gotta count it (Yeah)

Crocodile Hermès bag (Bag)

Stuffed all down my pockets (Whoa)

Hundred racks sittin' in the plastic (Plastic)

I ain't gon' even fuckin' touch it (Touch it)

You can go ask L.A. (Lay)

I don't go to work on budgets (Ugh)

You can go check these stones (Stones)

Everything on me flooded (Flooded)

And I gotta work three phones (Phones)

Name another nigga gettin' cloned (Cloned)

Put a hoe nigga on a shirt (Shirt)

Got a new bank account alert ('Lert)

Whole Freebandz on mud (Mud)

Taliban gang on Percs (Percs)

I ain't gonna take no shots (Shots)

Turn my dog to a boss (Boss)

We ain't gon' take no losses (Nah)

Know you tryna steal that sauce (Sauce)

Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds)

I done ran up me a bag (Bag)

We got a tour this summer (Summer)

I'm 'bout to run up a bag (Yeah)

Hundred thousand dollars for a walkthrough (Hundred)

I'ma need mine in cash (Hundred)

Got a whole city on my back (Yeah)

I ain't 'bout to go outside

Whole Freebandz on go

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

And I, I got a...

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper

4 To 5 lyrics - Ghostluvme & Future

I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign

Take me way, way out

I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign

Take me way, way out

I was just goin' on a run

Goin' way, way out

I paid these dues with my sons

Moved 'em way, way out

Took the detour, made 'em reroute

Ground it up, we don't take a day off

I stack it up, I don't take a day off

Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs

I never switched, I knew it'd pay off

I'm absolutely goin' brazy

Fuck poppin' trunk, lay the chopper right on your lap

Fuck all these comments, I was just sellin' crack

I blame the streets for the way I was raised

I cannot sleep with these demons behind me

Xans, they're takin' over all your thoughts

If you get in the way of my plans, I'ma knock you off

I laced my Sunkist with Molly

I fucked that bitch, she in college

I gave her game and bags

Put that world on her tongue, she a swallower

I got the power of the dollar

You know the power of a dollar

Do you know the power of a dollar?

I know the power of a dollar

(I know the power of a dollar)

I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign

Take me way, way out

I was just goin' on a run

Goin' way, way out

I paid these dues with my sons

Moved 'em way, way out

Took the detour, made 'em reroute

Ground it up, we don't take a day off

I stack it up, I don't take a day off

Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs

I never switched, I knew it'd pay off

I'm absolutely goin' brazy

I'm absolutely goin' brazy

They try to stop me, I ain't hesitatin' (Don't stop)

Unwrap the bag and take this medication (Yeah)

I crumple herb on the application (ugh)

I put a circuit in Kate like a waitress

She gave me somethin', that's one hell of a facial

I wasn't nervous, I hold it an' sprayed it

I know you bogus, I seen it for days (I know you bogus, fuck)

I'm absolutely gettin' revenge (Yeah), I absolutely gotta win (Yeah)

I'm comin' through in the clutch (Yeah)

Burn the money up like a Dutch (Dutch)

VVSs, no cut (Woo)

These Gucci flops like chucks (Gucci)

Got that throat from a slut (Who?)

Best feelin' in the world (Best feelin')

When you come through the hood

Ridin' in a foreign and you got your new girl (Whoa)

While you pourin' on syrup, yeah

I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign

Take me way, way out

I was just goin' on a run

Goin' way, way out

I paid these dues with my sons

Moved 'em way, way out

Took the detour, made 'em reroute

Ground it up, we don't take a day off

I stack it up, I don't take a day off

Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs

I never switched, I knew it'd pay off

I'm absolutely goin' brazy[Ghostluvme:]

Yeah, they doubted me, now I need security in your city, yeah I'm popping, right? (Yeah)

That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night

That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)

Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type

(Yeah, over type, over type, over type—)

[Future (Ghostluvme):]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Pluto

I'll take bitches all the way to Jupiter, Pluto (What?)

I'm with gang members and the shooters (Okay, yeah)

Your bitch loving me your bitch love me (What?)

For the pretty bitch drinking on muddy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Ghostluvme:]

Yeah, they doubted me (Yeah), now I need security in your city, I'm popping, right? (Yeah)

That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night (Huh)

That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)

Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type (Yeah)

That bitch say she love me but she love money, I know their type (Huh)

Pop a Perc', I'm flying, not dying, yeah, bro, I pop 'em right (Yeah)

I'm sippin' on the lines behind, my highest four-to-five (Aye)

Used to do some crimes but now I smoke the four-to-five

When I settle in my back, you know I used to cut it right (Yeah)

Inches in my suitcase when I fly domesticated type (Yeah)

Oh, why that's when I roll up, you know my blunts are hitting right (Yeah)

Up in cash, when I call up, you know my plug is sitting nice (Aye)

Roll up so much in the studio, they thought it's [?] (Yeah)

Blow up so much smoke that it looks like I kissed a poltergeist (Yeah)

Diamonds on my neck, it look like I pulled off a jewelry heist (Yeah)

I don't have a piece so how they gonna find a jury right (Yeah)

Broke my only piece so I stay working 'til the morning light

Coking until my lungs are blacker than the dead of night (Yeah)

Used to talk to shit but now these bitches want to flutter me (What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, they doubted me, now I need security in your city, I'm popping, right? (Aye)

That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night (Yeah)

That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)

Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type (Yeah)

That bitch say she love me but she loves money, I know their type (Yeah)

Pop a Perc', I'm flying, not dying, yeah, bro, I pop 'em right (Aye)

I'm sippin' on the lines behind, my highest four to five (Aye)

Used to do some crimes but now I smoke the four-to-five

[Future:]

I blew up like a dynamite, rock the same ice, call it China White

Flew a group of bitches on the same flight, flew the hitters on the same flight

Twenty-four on the grind, do it in the dark, get it in the daylight

One hell of a life, living this life, nigga gotta pay a price

Mad bitches, got mad riches, got habits can't let go

Livin' lavish, got karats certified baguettes

And all black like, getting a lot of cash like Pedro

A few stash spots in San Diego, got a new broad on my payroll

They had doubted a nigga before but now they'll never do that no more

In your window like Kool Joe, made a million off

From a trio, got Brazilians by the trio, get dinerio from Rio

Just jumped off from PJ to plug talk in Creole

Got dog shit on me, got dog shit on me, nigga

Try to love the man, bitch trafficking for a nigga

I done hit the lottery, I hit my numbers, I'm bigger (Pluto)

Out of poverty, it's still a part of me

[Ghostluvme:]

Yeah, they doubted me, now I need security in your city, I'm popping, right? (Ooh)

That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night (Yeah)

That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)

Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type (Yeah)

That bitch say she love me but she love money, I know their type (Yeah)

Pop a Perc', I'm flying, not dying, yeah, bro, I pop 'em right (Ooh)

I'm sippin' on the lines behind, my highest four to five (Aye)

Used to do some crimes but now I smoke the four-to-five

Absolutely Going Brazy lyrics - Future

I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign

Take me way, way out

I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign

Take me way, way out

I was just goin' on a run

Goin' way, way out

I paid these dues with my sons

Moved 'em way, way out

Took the detour, made 'em reroute

Ground it up, we don't take a day off

I stack it up, I don't take a day off

Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs

I never switched, I knew it'd pay off

I'm absolutely goin' brazy

Fuck poppin' trunk, lay the chopper right on your lap

Fuck all these comments, I was just sellin' crack

I blame the streets for the way I was raised

I cannot sleep with these demons behind me

Xans, they're takin' over all your thoughts

If you get in the way of my plans, I'ma knock you off

I laced my Sunkist with Molly

I fucked that bitch, she in college

I gave her game and bags

Put that world on her tongue, she a swallower

I got the power of the dollar

You know the power of a dollar

Do you know the power of a dollar?

I know the power of a dollar

(I know the power of a dollar)

I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign

Take me way, way out

I was just goin' on a run

Goin' way, way out

I paid these dues with my sons

Moved 'em way, way out

Took the detour, made 'em reroute

Ground it up, we don't take a day off

I stack it up, I don't take a day off

Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs

I never switched, I knew it'd pay off

I'm absolutely goin' brazy

I'm absolutely goin' brazy

They try to stop me, I ain't hesitatin' (Don't stop)

Unwrap the bag and take this medication (Yeah)

I crumple herb on the application (ugh)

I put a circuit in Kate like a waitress

She gave me somethin', that's one hell of a facial

I wasn't nervous, I hold it an' sprayed it

I know you bogus, I seen it for days (I know you bogus, fuck)

I'm absolutely gettin' revenge (Yeah), I absolutely gotta win (Yeah)

I'm comin' through in the clutch (Yeah)

Burn the money up like a Dutch (Dutch)

VVSs, no cut (Woo)

These Gucci flops like chucks (Gucci)

Got that throat from a slut (Who?)

Best feelin' in the world (Best feelin')

When you come through the hood

Ridin' in a foreign and you got your new girl (Whoa)

While you pourin' on syrup, yeah

I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign

Take me way, way out

I was just goin' on a run

Goin' way, way out

I paid these dues with my sons

Moved 'em way, way out

Took the detour, made 'em reroute

Ground it up, we don't take a day off

I stack it up, I don't take a day off

Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs

I never switched, I knew it'd pay off

I'm absolutely goin' brazy

Aerobix lyrics - FBG GOAT & Future

[Part I]

[Future:]

Sippin' soda, codeine

Hundred thousand on an AP, holy moly

Baby Goat got your bitch on Snapchat doin' aerobics

(Ay, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

Cocaine on my wrist, yeah (Yeah)

Bust down on my bitch, yeah (Yeah)

Glock 40 got a switch, yeah (Yeah)

Pour four Os in the drink (Yeah)

I spend Kevin Durant on the Mink (Yeah)

I got that thriller vanilla, for real-la (Yeah)

I'm doin' drugs, I'm doin' chinchilla (Yeah)

Come for the cash, put the money on the counter (Yeah)

Dig up the dirt, put the gold in my dinner (Yeah)

I'm stayin' hot at the end of December (Yeah)

Yellow my gold and it got me geeked (Yeah)

Wipe a bitch nose, make her kneel to my feet (Yeah)

Young trap boy, I be playin' with the key

Sippin' on soda, codeine (Yeah, Freebandz, yeah)

Sippin' on soda, codeine (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm in the one with the motor in the back, yeah

Ride with that fan on my lap, yeah

Dropped a little bag get 'em zapped yeah

Trap at the store, almost died, yeah

I watched a hater get clapped, yeah

I told 'em I wasn't there, yeah

Maybach two-tone, Patek two-tone

I ain't playin' fair (Yeah, yeah)

Rolex, Pateks (Yeah)

Drugs, habits (Yeah)

Drivin', baggin' (Yeah)

Transformer snatchin' (Yeah)

Flossin' diamonds on me, yeah (Yeah), do the Janet Jackson (Yeah)

I pray I don't go to Hell, but if I do I'm swaggin' (Yeah)

Drop a Maserati just on a bracelet, that right there ain't nothin'

Took your wife and gave her back, she wasn't in my plans

Can't remember how we met, I was on them Xans

I fucked that bitch in the Sprinter, snapped her like a can

Cocaine on my wrist, yeah (Yeah)

Bust down on my bitch, yeah (Yeah)

Glock 40 got a switch, yeah (Yeah)

Pour four Os in the drink (Yeah)

Wipe a bitch nose, make her kneel to my feet (Yeah)

Young trap boy, I be playin' with the key

Sippin' on soda, codeine (Yeah, yeah)

Sippin' on soda, codeine (Yeah)

You didn't have to tell me that you had to save your nut when you fuckin'

'Cause another bitch was comin' that you was about to fuck

[Part II]

[FBG Goat:]

Come here

Whoa

Come here, you pretty little slut (Come here)

Tryna fill you mouth up with nut (Come here)

I just hit both of her buddies (Come here)

Left them hoes in the cold, they wasn't nothin' (Come here)

Give me top in the back of the Royce (Come here)

When you done, just push that little button (Come here)

Rockin' Bs, I think she Ifa (Come here)

Capital F in the middle of the tires (Skrrr)

Fucked up her Maybelline, look in the mirror

Cookies and cream, marshmallow interior

Her time of the month, she can't sit on this

She love to suck dick, she swallow my spit

Tall bitch, dark skin, Vivica Fox

Bend that shit over, hit it from the back

Foot on her head in my Gucci socks

Two Eritrean, bitches can't tell 'em apart

Envious niggas, they're mad at me

Got the Glock on the side of me, got the bitch to treat me like God

What you expect? So disrespectful

Was it Jason Kidd daughter? Swear I couldn't tell

Newborn star came with a pallbearer

Baby Goat made a ho get unmarried

Baby Goat, ski mask by Moncler

Baby Goat, stay in orange Moncler

Way too legit, I'm fuckin' this bougie bitch

Damn, I look like a lick (I look like a lick)

Audemars sit on my wrist

She came from Pluto, that's an assist (Come on)

Cartier rings like Kylie (Come on)

Ain't got no manners, can't hide it (Come on)

I swear this bitch hit like Riley (Come on)

Blue and red pills, like Wallace (Yeah)

Come here, you pretty little slut (Come here)

Tryna fill you mouth up with nut (Come here)

I just hit both of her buddies (Come here)

Left them hoes in the cold, they wasn't nothin' (Come here)

Give me top in the back of the Royce (Come here)

When you done, just push that little button (Come here)

Rockin' Bs, I think she Ifa (Come here)

Capital F in the middle of the tires (Skrrr)

Fucked up her Maybelline, look in the mirror

Cookies and cream, marshmallow interior

Her time of the month, she can't sit on this

She love to suck dick, she swallow my spit

Tall bitch, dark skin, Vivica Fox (Freebandz)

Bend that shit over, hit it from the back

Foot on her head in my Gucci socks

Too original, bitches can't tell 'em apart

Foot on her head in my Gucci socks

I don't like this type of energy, it's cool

I played myself, so it's alright

You are disgusting, like, just fucked up too

I'll see you later

Ain't Tryin lyrics - Future

I'm way up here, for real I'm over here too you dig?

Running circles around these niggas

Running circles around these niggas, you know, crack

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm on the gas (I'm on gas)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm counting cash (counting cash)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm going berserk (going berserk)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I got this work (got this work)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm counting cash (yea, yea)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm on the gas (I'm on gas)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm in the sky (in the sky)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't gon' lie (ain't gon' lie)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't gon' lie

I can't see no pussy nigga like I'm blind (like I'm blind )

Keep my finger on the trigger at all times (yea, yea)

For this cash I don't mind doing the crime (FBG)

Roll this flag in my pockets like I'm slime

Four door Phantom in your hood and I'm sliming (skrr, skrr)

I stay alert, I got millions on my mind (yea, yea)

Let's ante up, make me have to push your line

Bentley Spur with them goonies right behind me

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm on the gas (I'm on gas)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm counting cash (counting cash)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm going berserk (going berserk)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I got this work (got this work)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't gon' lie

Rolex shades, they don't make these in the States (that's a Rollie)

Green-faced Roll, I spent a 100k

40-milli Glock, .40 on my waist

A bunch of killers, dope dealers on the chase (gang, gang)

Fuck the snitches 'cause I'm still pushing weight

I'm getting it in and I came from off the crates

Let's eat again, we done already ate

Fuck the snakes, brought 'em over in a Wraith

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm on the gas (I'm on gas)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm counting cash (counting cash)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm going berserk (going berserk)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I got this work (got this work)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm counting cash (yea, yea)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm on the gas (I'm on gas)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm in the sky (in the sky)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't gon' lie (ain't gon' lie)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)

I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't gon' lie

ARABI (عربي)

[Mohamed Ramadan:]

كل عربي يقول ورايا

[Massari:]

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله

[Future:]

Pull up on a PJ

And I'm dripping in CC

She with me, she special

That's my Habibi

Looking at my chains

And my rings, they look 3D

I'm draped and I'm laced up

Like every time you see me

Aim for the top she giving head shots

Demons on alert in the red eye

We don't do shopping at the window

I just blew a check in Morocco

Pluto, put a diamond ring on ya hand

Pluto, took ya shopping let you spend bands

Pluto, ball everyday cause I can

Pluto, ballin' all the way in Japan

[Mohamed Ramadan:]

Bro احنا بناكلها بالحلال

Bro تيجي ناخدك لفه بالجمال

علي البساط من النيل للفراط

احنا زينه الرجال

سعودي و كويتي بحريني

سوري لبناني اردني

مصري نور عيني

عراقي فلسطيني

بلادنا كتير سامحوني

عماني قطري و اماراتي

ليبي تونسي جزائري

يمني سوداني ...

العربي عليا غالي

و مش هنسي المغربي

عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي

[Massari:]

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله

[Mohamed Ramadan:]

كدا كدا شكلك احلي بالعبايةالعربي

كدا كدا بغير عليكي

ما انا دمي عربي

كدا كدا انا اصلي اصلي

ما انا اصلي عربي

فلو هتكلميني

كلميني عربي

سعودي و كويتي بحريني

سوري لبناني اردني

مصري نور عيني

عراقي فلسطيني

بلادنا كتير سامحوني

عماني قطري و اماراتي

ليبي تونسي جزائري

يمني سوداني ...

العربي عليا غالي

و مش هنسي المغربي

عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي

[Massari:]

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي

بتتكلم ايه؟ كله

[Mohamed Ramadan:]

(هلا هلا) سلام عليكوا

(هلا هلا هلا) هلا بيكوا

(هلا هلا) سلام عليكوا

هلا بيكوا

Argentiny lyrics - Future

I'm straight outta pot piss

Bought the yop and then flood my wrist

Aquafina glacier got my neck on Aguilera

Fuck her in the throat till I fuck up that bitch mascara

Fucking with that hoe you done danced around with the devil

I'm gone off my medication

Half of these niggas traded

My loyalty ain't for Satan

I'm highly anticipated

Soon as that Bentley truck drop I'm getting it I fucking made it

Ghost or the Maserati

Ill shit on your dead body

These niggas ain't playing fair

These bitches ain't playing fair

I just spent heroin fare on mollies and lean yeah

Designer that's all I wear

Designer that's all I wear

I just hit that bitch bare

I just fucked that bitch bare

I fuck ya then buy medusas

Pull up in a barracuda

Sipping that lean with my shooter

I'm eating up at Chinese Buddha

Some fortunes I gotta torture

These niggas getting out of order

Get knocked off for half a quarter

I'm Alpo and Richie Porter

I'm ace boogie in his prime

I make niggas bump that iron

I live in another line

I go talk to Farrakhan

[?] me a shotta

All the dope save my brothers

All the dope save my brothers

Give 'em a cake of butter

Show 'em how much I love 'em

Punk bitches we don't trust 'em

These bitches ain't playing fair

These niggas ain't playing fair

I just spent heroin fare on my designer gear

Designer my underwear

I got designer everywhere

I got designer everywhere

I got designer everywhere

Money cars everywhere

My bitches live everywhere

(Yeah. Yeah)

My bitch took her skin and tried to bleach it

She say this foreign pussy got me tweaking

I Told her all this money got me geechee

Bend her over fuck her in the asshole

And I keep that hot with me mutambo

Fuck you pussy niggas. Donnie Brasco

Drop 'em in a river with his eyes closed

I just fucked this bitch in Argentina

Pull the phantom up at the arena

Me and C just went met with Serena

All these racks on me I got that Nina

Tat that nigga name on your forehead

Selling cocaine on a moped

Down in Miami I'm with my Haitians

Got all of my bitches out immigration

(I swear)

Be Yourself lyrics - Future

Gotta be bigger issues

Your self esteem got a issue

Your daddy a pimp, I know he proud of you

Takin' off your clothes to get your revenue

Who said you can't be yourself?

Why you afraid of yourself?

Who said you can't be yourself?

Why you afraid of yourself?

FreeBandz!

Too much makeup in the mirror, girl

You been at it all day

We done toured with em, we done talked to em, and they all gang

Trap King, I been nominated to the Hall of Fame

A Swiss account and a Spanish poodle got the same name

Gotta top me off in the Valet, suck it sideways

Her momma left her in the bando at a young age

She had foster care, kid group homes, she like to runaway

I know you hate to be told what to do cause you self-made

Bilingual, bilingual, bilingual

You goin' home with a bag of singles

Mamacita, 'macita, 'macita, 'macita

Come and get these Franklins like Aretha!

Who said you can't be yourself?

Why you afraid of yourself?

Who said you can't be yourself?

Why you afraid of yourself? (FreeBandz!)

Who said you can't be yourself? (Ooh)

Who said you can't be yourself? (Ooh)

Penetration, can you take it?

Too much money in the closet, girl I gotta switch safe

Change the tail number to the flight, girl I gotta switch planes

I seen a triple homi' on the news, they was in the wrong place

I ain't giving up on you, but we gotta take a break

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot, I'm on acid

I was raised up on pork & bean no catfish

I need a prenup if you the wifey

I know your true love is making money

Bilingual, bilingual, bilingual

You goin' home with a bag of singles

Mamacita, 'macita, 'macita, 'macita

Come and get these Franklins like Aretha!

Who said you can't be yourself?

Why you afraid of yourself?

Who said you can't be yourself?

Why you afraid of yourself?

Who said you can't be yourself? (FreeBandz Ooh)

Who said you can't be yourself? (Ooh)

Gotta be bigger issues

Your self esteem got a issue

Your daddy a pimp, I know he proud of you

Takin' off your clothes to get your revenue

Bitches Gone Tell lyrics - Future

Selling bricks on deck like Jackie Chan

Got them hoes on deck like shoestrings

With a brand new Lambo shoestring

I'm a gutter ass nigga I don't do 'caine

Got a whole lot of Autotune on it, no T-Pain

36 Os in the whip, no keychain

Young-ass white bitch, Amy Grant, nigga

Young rich nigga hanging with penitentiary niggas

Motherfuck the feds, fuck Illuminati

Nigga we ain't scared, this a kamikaze

Order more bitches, order more bottles

We doing this shit, we might not see tomorrow

Two hundred bitches from Paris on my timeline

They might have went all the way this time

Treat a nigga like a one of a kind

Diamonds hanging, I'm in Sierra Leone

Fuck with a rich nigga if that's what you want

Come fuck a rich nigga, that's what you want

Ace of Spades and kush, oh that's what we on

You niggas trying to buy me? Know they're some clones

Drink your molly, mix it all on up

These Persian bitches know they all want us

I won't trust these bitches, these bitches gon' tell

We don't trust no snitch around

None of these bitches, these bitches gon' tell

I'm a hood nigga straight out the motherfucking gutter

I serve the whole bale

Motherfuck these police, nigga, my niggas they're shooting at 12

Motherfuck these police, nigga, my niggas they're shooting at 12

We don't carry no snitch around

None of these bitches, these bitches gon' tell

I'm a hood nigga straight out the motherfucking gutter

I serve the whole bail

Got the molly, got white

Got the lean, got the kush

Got the purp and the pills

Blue Jean Bandit lyrics - TM88 & Southside (feat. Moneybagg Yo, Young Thug & Future)

[Young Thug:]

Wow, Jeff

Sizzle, know what I'm sayin'?

Hee

Quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (Woo, yeah)

Jordan Zimmerman diamonds in my ring, man (Woo, yeah, yeah)

Stop bus tramming at my ring (Wow)

Pull up, that bitch, quarter-mil' exchange (Ah)

Bloodsucker (Yeah), human killer, what up? (Yeah)

Cap peelers, what up? (Yeah)

Drug dealers, what up? (Yeah)

Draped in the Gucci rug (Woah)

I was a Codeine addict (Codeine)

Had a lil' bitch, a ratchet (Brrt)

I was a blue jean bandit (Woah), yeah

Wake up out my sleep and pop a pill, what up? (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

Half a million, told my jeweler my ice is real, what up? (What up?)

Anything I say I can say twice, what up? (What up?)

I talk nasty to the cops, I know my rights, what up? (What up?)

The bitch mad that she got lonely nights, what up? (What up?)

I laid on and caught that bitch like Jerry Rice, what up? (What up?)

Peter piper pepper, I made her nice, what up? (Yeah)

Wetter, wetter, wetter, wetter, wetter, wetter (Wetter, wetter, yeah, yeah)

Hop off a pill, pour a half of codeine (Yeah)

I got bright red flags, I'm a king (King)

I seen real Bloody Mary's in my dreams (Dreams)

Got a bright red flag, it's Supreme, yeah ('Preme)

Can't touch my dingaling, yeah (Can't touch my dingaling)

Drag racing in that [?] (Drag racing, yeah)

Quarter mil' for a ring (Quarter mil' for a ring, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ask the critics, they'll tell you I'm top ten

Quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (Woo, yeah)

Jordan Zimmerman diamonds in my ring, man (Woo, yeah, yeah)

Stop bus tramming at my ring (Wow)

Pull up, that bitch, quarter-mil' exchange (Ah)

Bloodsucker (Yeah), human killer, what up? (Yeah)

Cap peelers, what up? (Yeah)

Drug dealers, what up? (Yeah)

Draped in the Gucci rug (Woah)

I was a Codeine addict (Codeine)

Had a lil' bitch, a ratchet (Brrt)

I was a blue jean bandit (Woah), yeah

[Moneybagg Yo:]

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah

I come from the trenches, niggas mad I came up (They pissed)

Brought all my niggas with me, I didn't leave 'em stuck (I didn't)

Don't know why you ask for smoke, man you turn 'round and nada (You pussy)

AP, Audemars on my wrist look like some glass broke up (Splash, yeah)

When it come to that paper, I'm a fiend, I'm an addict (I'm addict)

This shit was just a dream, now I'm wakin' up in mansion (Woo)

Rose gold Patek, I'm a savage livin' lavish (I am)

And I fuck her with a [?]

Poppin' the [?]

Two twin Glocks, they side me (Twins)

Lame niggas tried to trap me (Woah)

I put his ass on RIP (Bah, bah)

You can get hit for lookin' suspicious

Diamonds wet, they could wash the dishes

I threw a bag on a ring (Wing)

And I be fly like wings (Fly, uh, yeah)

[Young Thug:]

Quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (Woo, yeah)

Jordan Zimmerman diamonds in my ring, man (Woo, yeah, yeah)

Stop bus tramming at my ring (Wow)

Pull up, that bitch, quarter-mil' exchange (Ah)

Bloodsucker (Yeah), human killer, what up? (Yeah)

Cap peelers, what up? (Yeah)

Drug dealers, what up? (Yeah)

Draped in the Gucci rug (Woah)

I was a Codeine addict (Codeine)

Had a lil' bitch, a ratchet (Brrt)

I was a blue jean bandit (Woah), yeah

[Future:]

Quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (Woo, yeah)

Money stack tall, I'm neat frik (Woo)

Benz coupe, what up?

Lamborghini, what up?

Jimmy Choo, what up?

Fuck a crew, what up?

Pink coat, drippin' in a mink coat

Solitaire diamonds and the VVs

Patek, water, on your wrist it's Fiji

Go shopping in Chanel 'til you sleepy

Diamonds on the jet, woo

Diamonds on your neck, woo

Diamonds and Rolex

Pussy good in bed

I got diamonds on my dick

Diamonds in the pot

Diamonds in my teeth

Nigga diamonds on my watch

[Young Thug:]

Quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (Woo, yeah)

Jordan Zimmerman diamonds in my ring, man (Woo, yeah, yeah)

Stop bus tramming at my ring (Wow)

Pull up, that bitch, quarter-mil' exchange (Ah)

Bloodsucker (Yeah), human killer, what up? (Yeah)

Cap peelers, what up? (Yeah)

Drug dealers, what up? (Yeah)

Draped in the Gucci rug (Woah)

I was a Codeine addict (Codeine)

Had a lil' bitch, a ratchet (Brrt)

I was a blue jean bandit (Woah), yeah