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Future - Future Lyrics






Rent Money

Super
They go crazy
Yeah, they comin' in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin'

Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent's due
I just a f*cked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Treat me like I'm Al Capone, nigga, f*ck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, f*ck you
I put a middle finger up, because, f*ck you
This money got me geekin' up, nigga, f*ck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I f*cked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin' my codeine from the beginnin'
She jocked my whole team, she seen who's winnin'
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin'
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn't wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a key on Greyhound now I'm in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin' to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I'm a big dog, it ain't no sense in holdin' back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
F*ckin' with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I'm on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it's f*ck school
I'm blowin' money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like 'em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I f*cked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I f*cked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent's due
I just a f*cked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

I f*cks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I'm 'bout to take 'em out the game, nigga f*ck you
They got me goin' insane, now it's f*ck you
I let my brother f*ck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I f*ck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freakin' like boostin'
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I'm a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I'm ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I'm ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I'm Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin' rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch hall of fame

Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent's due
I just a f*cked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, KHALED MOHAMMAED KHALED, ANTHONY DELVON TUCKER, JEVON ANTON TATE, MAURICE JORDAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Good Dope

Wet, wet, wet, wet
You know it's Pluto

Tiffany's, Tiffany's, we goin' shoppin' at Tiffany's
You crampin' me, they ampin' me
They bout to make me start braggin'
Five percent on the wagon
I spit and I'm hot as a dragon
My niggas in the streets be shootin'
My niggas in jail be stabbin'
I do good dope, I got a good hoe
Js at the door, got dem Js at the door
Got some Js at the door, got dem junkies at the door

Servin' up burgers boss, watchin' cameras
Drivin' foreign cars, totin' hammers
Gotta crazy squad in Alabama
South Carolina boys, we good in Tampa
Swipe the big credit card, it's worth the gamble
Lamborghini boys, excuse my manners
My paint wet, my neck wet
My ears wet, my wrist wet
Rings wet, my bitch wet
Her bitch wet, they stay wet
Anytime I miss her, I'ma call her, she stay wet
Emilio Pucci, Pucci is different from Gucci
Coupee, coupee, a cartoon you lookin' all droopy
Goofy, Goofy, these niggas they lookin' like groupies
Styro-foam cup, purple Act gluey

I do good dope, I got a good hoe
Js at the door, got dem Js at the door
Tiffany's, Tiffany's, we goin' shoppin' at Tiffany's
You crampin' me, they ampin' me
They bout to make me start braggin'
Five percent on the wagon
I spit and I'm hot as a dragon
My niggas in the streets be shootin'
My niggas in jail be stabbin'
I do good dope, I got a good hoe
Js at the door, got dem Js at the door

Purple Act gluey, sticky icky
Esco he a hippie, tricky, tricky
Pass your dog a mickey, hit me, lick me
F*ck me, just don't kiss me
F*ck me, just don't kiss me
I do good dope, I got a good hoe
Js at the door, got dem Js at the door
Got some Js at the door, got dam junkies at the door
Servin' up burgers boss, watchin' cameras

I do good dope, I got a good hoe
Js at the door, got dem Js at the door
Tiffany's, Tiffany's, we goin' shoppin' at Tiffany's
You crampin' me, they ampin' me
They bout to make me start braggin'
Five percent on the wagon
I spit and I'm hot as a dragon
My niggas in the streets be shootin'
My niggas in jail be stabbin'
I do good dope
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Writer: Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Zoom

Bought a drop top Porsche, about to cut the top off
Trappin' is a sport young nigga get ya knocked off
Hol' up

Turbo switchin' lanes, Hublot switch your watch
Trappin' switch the spots, when you're runnin' hot
Feet on the gas, trappin' dem bags
Run up a sack and never look back
Shorty got miles on her, I'm about to spaz in it
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast

I secure the bag first, I'm ready to boast
I secure the bag first, I'm full of that dope
Court side with a mink
Pee Wee Kirkland on the scene
Five karats, wear the link
Both hands full of ink
Money drying in your hand
Wrap the bail in Saran
My yellow bitch want a tan
I just landed from Japan
Tokyo and Korea
Panamera to the lear
Yellow metal with the gold
Fishscale with these hoes
Mossberg, I'm drinkin' mud
Put a hit out on a dud
Bought my lil' nigga 12 slugs
Just to shine bright when he rub
I just bailed out ol' Buice
20 pills goin' hyphy
Oh you lookin' real icy
Boy you know you nothin' like me

Turbo switchin' lanes, Hublot switch your watch
Trappin' switch the spots, when you're runnin' hot
Feet on the gas, trappin' dem bags
Run up a sack and never look back
Shorty got miles on her, I'm about to spaz in it
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast

I gave her the raw lean
They sound like my offsprings
Nitro gasoline
Bought some more money machines
Bring out a brand new machine
I bought a whole lot of bling
Treat me like Weezy and Baby
Treat me like Mannie and Turky
I went to juvie with work on me
I had to cop it and purchase
I put more ice on the day today
Rockin' these prezzies and Cartier
I got it and flooded the plain Jane
I made my young niggas insane
Crunchin' dem Xans up and then drink
Get you a Draco and then crank it
Saudi Arabian, Ben Franklin
Leave it to me they would've been stained 'em
Saditty in back, we done got acquainted
You see the dash they gotta see me
I ran it up fast, they can't see me
I went surfin' with you
I buy them Birkins for you
I go to surgery with you

Turbo switchin' lanes, Hublot switch your watch
Trappin' switch the spots, when you're runnin' hot
Feet on the gas, trappin' dem bags
Run up a sack and never look back
Shorty got miles on her, I'm about to spaz in it
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast

[Podcast Skit:]

[*laughing*]
Ah, Shit!
Got it all back, baby
God damn, welcome to Cap City Records internet podcast, baby, where we make dreams come true
The first five callers that call in right now, man, we gone have you the rapper starter kit. Oh my god! It comes with the Cap City contract, which is a 12 album, nine year deal. We gone take some calls; the boards lightin' up right now. Look, take a call. Caller?

Yeah, that deal; we need that!
Yeah, we need that
Yeah, we need that shit, dat way! nigga, yeah!
[*gunshot and assault rifle sounds*]
This way, nigga! Yeah!
We need that deal, nigga

What? What you say, young man?

I keep it on me!

Hold on, fella!
[*gunshot and assault rifle sounds*]
I'm sayin'; I can't hear you
Is there a shoot out?
What's goin' on, young fella?

Lil' Draco in this bitch!
Lil' Extendo in this bitch!
[*gunshots*]

You just won a Cap City Records contract, man
Listen here, baby
Lil' Draco! Lil' Extendo! Congratulations, baby, y'all won

Yeah, nigga, yeah
Cap City
Six months, man we got that shit
12 albums, man we got that shit
I'm finna shoot everything up
[*gunshots*]
We need that!
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Writer: NAYVADIUS DEMUN WILBURN, JOSHUA HOWARD LUELLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
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Draco

You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto

Draco season with the bookbag
Backpack, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back

Lamborghini doors, but I never stop
F*ck around got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
F*ck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield,
A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled,
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these meals,
She thinks she the one, but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill
I've been drippin' like a god with her
I been dodgin' all the fly what else
I been fillin' up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what else
Close your eyes eyes eyes
I'm about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky
Pink Molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin', let me dance with her
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was sentimental

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back

F*ck up my bitch by the change
Brought me from trap house to stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain't fair
You killin' then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof
I got to train my bitches
I'm putting chains on my bitches
I'll put some chain on some snitches
I'm focused I'm back on my mission
Flex on a nigga no apologies
Matter how white done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice in the major league
Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the curry
Pourin' up zan can't hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin syruppy
Fifty six night I was 30
Stirofoam cups and patient
Heard you been talkin' bout the kid
Knowin' damn well that's a flagrant
I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I'm living
I got me some new drippin'
I got me some new dripp
Ain't got nothing to do with it
I'll give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back

Yeah I cruisin' in the deep
I'm twisted up I got geek
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can't tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Start comparing my career
'Cause I was flooding through the crib
Business furniture for real
I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up f*ck the pig
Diamonds fallin' off my let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin' up a brick
Certified nigga hot to six
Who was rapping diamonds in the zone
I was chargin' 10 for the strong
Keep on goin' in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got firm niggas, Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born
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Writer: Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Super Trapper

The top come out the lamb cause I'm a super trapper
My pockets on fat Albert I'm a super trapper

I came up from out the apartments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain't happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I'm laughing at ya
911 turbo Porshe cause I'm a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches but I'm big and badder
I can't never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin to sabotage my crew boy you a swagger jacker
911 turbo Porsche cause I'm a super trapper

Rags to riches f*ck these snitches I ain't scared
Cold ann shiesty put some prices on your head
I'm a product of da young nigga with dreams
And my left wrist cost a bird
I'm a Tropicana serve
Shorty unsure
Hope we don't do sherm
Came from out da curb
Made myself a don
I got a do payroll
My check go Jose Canseco
First class Saint Tropez hoe
You do whatever I say so

The top come out the lamb cause I'm a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I'm a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that's the latest
Hard top Rari, Double R, that Mercedes

I came up from out the apartments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain't happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I'm laughing at ya
911 turbo Porshe cause I'm a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches but I'm big and badder
I can't never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin to sabotage my crew boy you a swagger jacker
911 turbo Porsche cause I'm a super trapper

All these foreigns got me lookin inconsiderate
All these exotic bitches got me like a racist
I just throw that in the safe and then count it
My tennis bracelets lookin like a water fountain
I got Benjamins, they taller than a mountain
I was pushing dope and then hired an accountant
Lamborgini I say lamb when I pronounce it
The doors go lift up in the air and they so spacious

I came up from out the apartments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain't happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I'm laughing at ya
911 turbo Porshe cause I'm a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches but I'm big and badder
I can't never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin to sabotage my crew boy you a swagger jacker
911 turbo Porsche cause I'm a super trapper

I'll raise ya bout that fetticini then some
Told her meet me at the boat I'm in its mad simple
I still up push the line nigga Julius Peppers
Keep money on my mind got a bad temper
Paid cash is very hard for me to do rentals
I can't hate ya cause I faked it til I made it too
Sober lady you betrayed got that faded
I'm trying pick this year who bitch who gon' be my lady
I got bitches different flavor this one Cajun
I'ma pimp her and a sister I'm her favorites
Keep it cordial with these niggas cause they traders
I'm on molly and its pink like it's Ms. Piggy

The top come out the lamb cause I'm a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I'm a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that's the latest
Hard top Rari, Double R, that Mercedes
The top come out the lamb cause I'm a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I'm a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that's the latest
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Writer: Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
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POA

Oh yeah, super super
Astronaut, yeah

Giorgio Armani, I'm drippin' in it
Aston Martin, I'm whippin' in it
Shit gettin' too specific
10 black whips I'm too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I'm too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought 'em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I'm 'bout to f*ck up some M's
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I'm 'bout to push me a wraith, you won't catch me in the gym
I'm 'bout to push me some weight, you won't catch me in the gym

I'm 'bout to f*ck up some mula, but you don't owe me no check
I don't care if you my daddy, bitch I'ma cut off your neck
We rockin' VV and Ss, I swear it'll get a lil' crowded
My chain, they fight for attention, my neck'll get a lil' rowdy
I'm doin' my thizzle my nizzle
I work me a price down the middle
I keep me a bag of those Skittles
Tryna get you a radical feelin'
Automatic, it came with no ceiling
All this trappin' it got you offended
Hit a 3-6-0 in a minute
Then I punch on the gas a lil' harder
I be whippin' the Lamb like a Charger
Get that money in the bag like a robber
When I whip it up, whip it up harder
To the young nigga rockin' the Starter
I was sittin' in the back of the MARTA
Now I sit in the back of a foreign
Soon as I took out the 'Rari
I got the clutch in the carbon

Giorgio Armani, I'm drippin' in it
Aston Martin, I'm whippin' in it
Shit gettin' too specific
10 black whips I'm too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I'm too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought 'em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I'm 'bout to f*ck up some M's
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I'm 'bout to push me a Wraith, you won't catch me in the gym
I'm 'bout to push me some weight, you won't catch me in the gym

Why you be lookin' so foul
I put the hundreds in piles
We 'bout to roll up some Franklins
We 'bout to roll up some loud
You better stay in your lane
I'm swervin' all over the map
I got a Panamanian
With her pretty face all in my lap
I let her go to Sak's Fifth Avenue
Run up some laps
Sometimes I go to Chanel
And I sit in the bitch like it's a trap
Rolex store's my bando
Boy George Bush with the ammo
I spent an M on indo
Put it on an 18-wheeler
Trappin' and rappin', finessin'
I go beyond for the scrilla
Freezin' that ice out your chest
You lookin' just like a dealer
Add it all up on an iPad
Talk to the plug on a car phone
Went to Miami and re'd up
Rovers, push it

Giorgio Armani, I'm drippin' in it
Aston Martin, I'm whippin' in it
Shit gettin' too specific
10 black whips I'm too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I'm too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought 'em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I'm 'bout to f*ck up some M's
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I'm 'bout to push me a Wraith, you won't catch me in the gym
I'm 'bout to push me some weight, you won't catch me in the gym

I'm 'bout to water whip it
So I could f*ck up a bag
I'm 'bout to cop me a Mazzi
I'm 'bout to cop me a Jag
I done made 21 million
I got a zillion stacks
I done made 21 million
I had to run up a sack
I'm 'bout to twerk dem numbers
'Bout to go get me a hundred
I done went gram from gram
I done been workin' a hundred
I made a fair amount
Stunted and doubled my digits
Just know that Pluto is hungry
Like when I worked a midget
I am original gang member
I'm not a New Edition
They ain't gonna never be able to see me
I'm 'bout to make them admit it
Everywhere I go is Fiji
Everywhere shine for the city
Everywhere I go is foreign
Wake up, take out the ceiling

Giorgio Armani, I'm drippin' in it
Aston Martin, I'm whippin' in it
Shit gettin' too specific
10 black whips I'm too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I'm too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought 'em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I'm 'bout to f*ck up some M's
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I'm 'bout to push me a Wraith, you won't catch me in the gym
I'm 'bout to push me some weight, you won't catch me in the gym
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Writer: Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Mask Off

Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear, I swear
You heard, spit it, yo

Percocets (ya), molly, Percocets (Percocets)
Percocets (ya), molly, Percocets (Percocets)
Rep the set (yee), gotta rep the set (gang, gang)
Chase a check (chase it), never chase a bitch (I don't chase no bitches)
Mask on, f*ck it, mask off (mask off)
Mask on (off), f*ck it, mask off (mask off)
Percocets ('cets), molly, Percocets (Percocets)
Chase a check (chase it), never chase a bitch (I don't chase no bitches)

Two cups (cup), toast up with the gang (gang, gang)
From food stamps to a whole 'nother domain, ya
Out the bottom (ye), I'm the livin' proof (super)
Ain't compromisin' (woah), half a million on the coupe (gang, gang)
Drug houses (where), lookin' like Peru (woah, woah, woah)
Graduated (crazy), I was overdue (I'm on due)
Pink molly (molly), I can barely move (barely move)
Ask about me ('bout me), I'm gon' bust a move
Rick James (James), thirty-three chains (thirty-three)
Ocean air (air), cruisin' Biscayne
Top off (ya), that's a liability (big foreigns)
Hit the gas (gas), boostin' my adrenaline (big foreigns)

Percocets (ye), molly, Percocets (big foreigns)
Percocets (ye), molly, Percocets (big foreigns)
Rep the set (ye), gotta rep the set (gang, gang)
Chase a check (chase it) (ye), never chase a bitch (I don't chase no bitches) (big foreigns)
Mask on (off) (ye), f*ck it, mask off (mask) (big foreigns)
Mask on (off) (ye), f*ck it, mask off (mask) (big foreigns)
Percocets (ye), molly, Percocets (big foreigns)
Chase a check (chase it) (ye, ye), never chase a bitch (I don't chase no bitches)

Four-door Maybach (four-door), I drive anything (ye)
Buy my range (ye), make 'em go insane (ye)
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)

My guillotine, drank Promethazine (drank Prometh')
TEC and beams (ya), go to those extremes (let's go, let's go)
Parliament (parliament), calamari Wednesday (ya)
Parlay in Vegas, we was in attendance (let's go, let's go)
Before the business (yeah), Theodore lenses
Theo-dur prescriptions (ya), focus on the missions (fo' my)
Intermission (hol' up), never take a break (we can pull up)
Switch states, touch down, foreign plates (speech)
Ain't no way, ain't no f*ckin' way (no)
We call the play, we didn't come to play (no)
Rob the bank, we gon' rob the game (gang)
They gang, we gang (gang)
But they are not the same (Freebandz)

Percocets (ye), molly, Percocets (big foreigns)
Percocets (ye), molly, Percocets (big foreigns)
Rep the set (ye), gotta rep the set (gang, gang)
Chase a check (chase it) (ye), never chase a bitch (I don't chase no bitches) (big foreigns)
Mask on (off) (ye), f*ck it, mask off (mask) (big foreigns)
Mask on (off) (ye), f*ck it, mask off (mask) (big foreigns)
Percocets (ye), molly, Percocets (big foreigns)
Chase a check (chase it) (ye, ye), never chase a bitch (I don't chase no bitches)

Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
Gas gone, never nod off
(Cold chills, prison cells)
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)
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Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tommy Z. Butler, William Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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High Demand

Step on the scene, forget about it
I put up racks, forget about it (yeah, yeah, Pluto, skrrt)

Why you hatin'? Why you hatin'? Oh, I'm fresh (why you hatin'?)
You must not feel how I feel, oh, I'm fresh (oh, I'm fresh)
I just popped open a seal, I'm on X (poppin' a seal)
Lil' shawty sittin' at the Blue Flame, sent me a text (lil' shawty, woo)
Future high demand, Future high demand (Super Fu)
I don't walk on land, bitch, I don't ever walk on land (Super Fu)
I float off Earth (Pluto), always float off Earth (Pluto)
Diamonds doin' the Chris Breezy (wow, wow), oh (Pluto)

She comin' through in the wee wee hours (she comin' through)
Went to the Hawks game in a helicopter (she went to)
Said, "I want me a white bitch," and I copped her
Future high demand, Future high demand (Super Fu)
I don't walk on land, bitch (baow), I don't ever walk on land (Super Fu)
George Jetson, you can't see me, no (Pluto, Pluto)
Do numbers like Boston (Boston), George on Vimeo (geez)
I left that bitch 'cause she was sleazy, oh
You can't be sadity and greedy (yeah, yeah), no (choose and get it)
I hid some money (wow), and I got plenty mo' (stretch hole)
Stashed in the walls (walls), stashed it in the floors (stashed it in the floors)
I dig the grave (yeah) and bought a tombstone for the money (yeah)
Stuffed a casket full of faces, got a tombstone for the money (yeah, yeah)
Bought a foreign and a spaceship, bought a tombstone for my money (wow)

Why you hatin'? Why you hatin'? Oh, I'm fresh (why you hatin'?)
You must not feel how I feel, oh, I'm fresh (oh, I'm fresh)
I just popped open a seal, I'm on X (poppin' a seal)
Lil' shawty sittin' at the Blue Flame, sent me a text (lil' shawty, woo)
Future high demand, Future high demand (Super Fu)
I don't walk on land, bitch, I don't ever walk on land (Super Fu)
I float off Earth (Pluto), always float off Earth (Pluto)
Diamonds doin' the Chris Breezy (wow, wow), oh

She ain't runnin' out of flavor, I went to ice her
My number one bitch with me, it excite her
Let my shit go, blow the bitch, go to the cypher
That type of pussy, it's gon' make you want to wife her (oh)
We do a whole lotta numbers, yeah
Grab on that pussy like Donald, yeah
Porsche got a lil' bitty trunk
But it's goin' over 200, yeah
Turtlenecks all on my collar, yeah
Love when a pretty bitch swallow, yeah
I did it up, gravity (I did it up)
Super so radically
Awesome, gnarly, woo (woo)
Heavenly, rapidly (rapidly), got killers on McAfee (got killers on)
I do it immaculately
I'm all in her mouth like a cavity (I'm all in her mouth like a)
Cold as the polar, I keep it precise
I go to space in the middle of the night
I gotta talk with that pipe in my hand now
It could be a threat or a fan now
I can't get caught with my hands down
I can't be comin', my man's down
I put some bodies up underground
That's a few millions up underground
Murder for money, that's man down
Kill more than police across town
Bet not get caught with your hand down
Bet not get caught with your hand down

Why you hatin'? Why you hatin'? Oh, I'm fresh (why you hatin'?)
You must not feel how I feel, oh, I'm fresh (oh, I'm fresh)
I just popped open a seal, I'm on X (poppin' a seal)
Lil' shawty sittin' at the Blue Flame, sent me a text (lil' shawty, woo)
Future high demand, Future high demand (Super Fu)
I don't walk on land, bitch, I don't ever walk on land (Super Fu)
I float off Earth (Pluto), always float off Earth (Pluto)
Diamonds doin' the Chris Breezy (wow, wow), oh

Super Fu
Super Fu
Super Fu
Super Fu
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Writer: Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Outta Time

Super!
I see you makin' that lil' noise, but I ain't enthused
Feed me Don, Don, Don, Don Perignon

Gotta be in a rush, I can't be runnin' out of time
What you mean, what's on my mind?
Federal Reserves on my mind
I got the plug online
Go crazy, lavish, put the spaceship on that bitch
Compellin', you can hear the dons yellin'
I can't take no vacations, I can't lose
We poppin' mollies and they watchin' like parole

I see you makin' that lil' noise, but I ain't enthused
Kidnap, no flinch, I'ma set back and reminisce
F*ck that bitch, got a love for water whippin'
'Cause I don't see a nigga ridin' in a V12, that's too Venice
I don't wanna sell 'em no snack
I gotta get me a sack
Takin' their clean batch
She'll find my demon
I'ma drop my top, get some, I mean this
Shawty give me that mouth while I make a scene with (super sloppy)

Who knew I'd get this much attention?
Be cool before you get put on suspension
P.I.M.P., gettin' that Monica Lewinsky
Chain on freeze, wrist on jet-skis

I'm gettin' frustrated and all for us
You see I bought the Bentley truck for us
I put in some hours every single night
Somewhere in the clouds, done lost sight
Khaled put a whole nigga on ice
F*cked on the girls, nigga more than twice
For the crazy bitches, glance shiesty
Had a crazy wrist and then iced it
I'm infatuated with shinin'
I'm infatuated with shinin' (on my line)
I'm infatuated with shinin'
Give you motivation at its finest

Who knew I'd get this much attention?
Be cool before you get put on suspension
P.I.M.P., gettin' that Monica Lewinsky
Chain on freeze, wrist on jet-skis
Go crazy, lavish, put the spaceship on that bitch
Compellin', you can hear the dons yellin'
I can't take no vacations, I can't lose
We poppin' mollies and they watchin' like parole

Gotta be in a rush, I can't be runnin' out of time
What you mean, what's on my mind?
P.I.M.P., gettin' that Monica Lewinsky
Chain on freeze, wrist on jet-skis
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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, JOSHUA HOWARD LUELLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CYPMP
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Scrape

Shit too real, too real
Screamin' for your life
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Make me have to cook it off the counter
Make me have to serve you with the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it in a Pamper
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Came in the house and it's all you heard

Cookin' up chicken like Gladys
Stayin' up late on addies
Pullin' up, swervin' in a Caddy
F*ck around caught me a baddie
Cranberry cups with the 'matic
Throw half a brick at Magic
18-5 on a Monday
I'ma renegade with the money
Like the way I scrape that butter
Betty Crocker sippin' on muddy
Straight droppin', gon' get flooded
Pyrex pot and the 40
This'll get a slow trap scrunchin'
If it ain't hot, it ain't rollin'
Twenty-four seven ain't closin'
They got my name at the Precinct
Know a nigga playin' in a sink
Came through playin' in a mink
Don't put the fan on, it's gon' shrink
I put a lot bands on another rinse
Got a lotta bands on me, outta drench
I got re-rock on me, got fish
I got kilo, Cuban on my wrist
I serve junkies, then I made a hit
I got my fork and my work and my syrup
I got my recipe goin'
You see me just splashin' and play with that girl
You already know what I'm doin'

Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Make me have to cook it off the counter
Make me have to serve you with the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it in a Pamper
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Splash, splash is all you heard
Came in the house and it's all you heard

I just whipped up a new Celine
I just whipped up a Maserati truck
Cookin' by the sink with the fire up
Burned down the house, call the fire truck
All Bape got me scrapin' louder
Might even take a lil longer
Took a few losses with the cane
Arm & Hammer made me strong
Right for the door, count up the four
We ran outta sandwich bags, go get some more
You ain't put in the work and you homeless
I stash the work in the Honda
Remixin' to keep it one hunnid
Came in the house and it's all you heard
Splash, splash, all you heard
Whippin' cocaine is all you heard
Splash, splash, all you heard
Count up this cash and all you heard it

Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Make me have to cook it off the counter
Make me have to serve you with the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it in a Pamper
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Splash, splash was all you heard
Came in the house and it's all you heard
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Writer: LELAND TYLER WAYNE, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Im So Groovy

I am Pluto
Never forget, never forget
Okay

I'm so groovy
I got power
I'm so groovy
I got power
That's your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that's your bitch
I just bought her

Percs and molly
Playing Janet
I just f*cked her face
I don't know her name

Tom Brady, Tony Snow
I just backdoored your ho
Goin' brazy at the jeweler
I just suicide my doors
Candy yams in the 'partment
Living like Nino
I just come here, let me breathe
VVS's on my sleeves
Pure molly, codeine
Blind your eye with my ring
You ain't ever gon' to see me
I get Stella McCartney
High fashion
John Madden
Bisex
No relation
Bought the jet
60K
Austin Power
M.I.A
Steven Seagal
Hard to kill
Stuff cigars
Hide your broad
She photoshopped
I'm photogenic
I just bent the Bentley
Did a U-turn
Duck the cops
Serving rocks
Made it to the top, uh huh
F*cking going platinum

I'm so groovy
I got power
I'm so groovy
I got power
That's your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that's your bitch
I just bought her

Percs and molly
Playing Janet
I just f*cked her face
I don't know her name

I'm the last don, I'm the last con
Done turned it up to an icon
Pimpin' hoes nigga ugh
Thoughts exposed niggas huh
Paper tags on the yacht
I just smashed in the clouds
Thousand bags in the clouds
Louis rag, wipe me down
Cash king on a clown
So prestigious, so profound
Cash cloud, let me live
50 cars at the crib
Private dinners on the leer
VTS's when I steer
Instant glam on my ear
Outer space when I appear
Promethazine in my seal
A yellow bone in the rear
Dopple god, I'm in here
F*ck your squad, they some queers
My conversation bringing mills to ya
I get my brother bring the bail to ya
Killas on the right and the left to ya
Gang gang, whatever's left of ya

I'm so groovy
I got power
I'm so groovy
I got power
That's your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that's your bitch
I just bought her

Percs and molly
Playing Janet
I just f*cked her face
I don't know her name
I don't know her name
(I don't know her name)

Sitting in the vert
Got a lotta dirt
Courtroom flow
Now I'm sitting courtside with your ho
Addy's work miracles
Benji's subliminals
Uptown Lenox
All about the Benji's
Pour a little Henny
Totin' the semi
Making love with my diamonds on
Diamonds on honeycomb
Hit 'em with the stick
I just copped the deuce
Syrup like Denny's
Bitch brown like a penny
Total it up in one minute
Out of the country all hidden
Playing in with the trenches in a suit
Armani got me with the juice
Made a bad bitch my masseuse
Take a little stress off the crew

I'm so groovy
I got power
I'm so groovy
I got power
That's your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that's your bitch
I just bought her

Percs and molly
Playing Janet
I just f*cked her face
I don't know her name
I don't know her name
(I don't know her name)
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Writer: Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Might As Well

So I ain't have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I'm gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin' out the stores (for real)
We ain't never runnin' out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on 'n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin' out of niggas' jeans (f*ck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin'
OG, coughing up a lung

They got our streets, tried to tell ya (bitch)
It's already been done (I got it)
Ammunition overflowin' (I got it)
Tears fillin' up upon
AC blowin' like it's snowin' (let's get it)
I know I'm bliss, I speak in tongues (you bet it)
My words touch a nigga soul
They get you through it, overcome
I ride the boats in the ocean
I whipped the car, it was stolen
I got the stars on the ceiling
I got my charge acquitted
I was the one got evicted, yeah
Living with the pink slip
Now I'm riding 'round with the pink slip
I done swam with the sharks
Nigga came from the deep end
You will never know what I was in
Times are getting rough, we still get in
I was selling crack when Snoop dropped "Juice and Gin" (yah yah)
Run a one room shack with a million in the den (fact)

Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I'm gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin' out the stores (for real)
We ain't never runnin' out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on 'n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin' out of niggas' jeans (f*ck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin'
OG, coughing up a lung

Workaholic
A few supermodels color
Ain't gonna expose ya
Can't say I ain't think about it (fact)
(Can't say I ain't think about it)
Pink diamonds, no blinking
Niggas got no dripping
Started off on a mission
I got real niggas still crippin'
Child support gettin' heavy
It's hard not to get offended
Oh, you maxin' out your credit card?
Like it wasn't hard for me
I just bought a new Bugatti for you

So I ain't have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I'm gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin' out the stores (for real)
We ain't never runnin' out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on 'n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin' out of niggas' jeans (f*ck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin'
OG, coughing up a lung

Lived in it all
Gotta take a trip and go ball (I gotta take a trip)
Packin' the luggage I'm gonna get down by tomorrow
Get down by tomorrow
And packin' the luggage so I get down by tomorrow

So I ain't have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I'm gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin' out the stores (for real)
We ain't never runnin' out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on 'n pour it (pour)
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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, CHANCE YOUNGBLOOD, EDWIN FARNHAM BUTLER, WILLIAM BUTLER, REGINE CHASSAGNE, JEREMY GARA, TIMOTHY KINGSBURY, OWEN PALLETT, RICHARD R. PARRY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
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Poppin Tags

Goyard on, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
(DJ Esco)
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags

What the f*ck is you talkin' bout, I can get ya ass hit
Hop out a Corvette nigga, then gon' smash ya bitch
I got an American Roadster, I'm gonna hit me a lick
Sippin' on 'Tussin, f*ckin' and hustlin'
I bet I'm gon' floss, hate it or love it
A full grown boss, hate it or love it
Dope boy shoppin' at Walters, I bought the whole store
F*ck boy doin' that talkin', that's my old hoe
Stars inside the ceiling, I'm on go go
You don't want no war, nigga, oh no, oh no
Codeine floodin' Atlanta, bitch ass niggas with hammers
Bitch ass niggas in Pampers, f*ck around murk his mama
My young niggas don't play, f*ck around kill you in sandals
I was on some cool shit now they want the hammer

King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin' tall, now I think I'm seein' God

I been poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags

I came here to purchase, I ain't worried 'bout a ticket
Bitch you on that G-Wagon, go muthafckin' get it
I had on my ski mask in the muthafckin' trenches
Homie Blood talkin', is you muthafckin' Crippin'
I get the plug talkin' 'bout these muthafckin' chickens
Put up some lean before they can lean
I'm runnin' right through a machine
I'm 'bout to lose the roof, they tryna steal the juice
Cuban hangin' on my neck whip, gon' cruise
I just copped the coupe 63's with the Forgi's
Bought a couple 'Raris and I bought a couple Porsches
Zone Six f*ck shit, finessin' and extortin'
Twenty diamond chains and got several different choices

King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin' tall, now I think I'm seein' God

I been poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags

Goyard, oh, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
Catch me goin' goon
Smashin' on a womb
F*ck your baby daddy
Smash you on the Xanny
Iced out Codeine
Got you in your feelin's
Just to get you feelin'
Spend a couple million
Like I'm Godzilla in the rollie store
We just got the pack in from Mexico
Soon as it touch down I'm goin' ape
Put it on the hood like you claim Grapes
Pull up in the food in a new Wraith

King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin' tall, now I think I'm seein' God

I been poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags

Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, JOSHUA HOWARD LUELLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Massage In My Room

I hate if you love her, I'm gon' f*ck her
Five plain watches in my duffle
I got twenty freaks in my room
I got twenty freaks in my room
While I'm gettin' a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I spent twenty thousand on a jacket
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

I just took a meeting out in Aspen
You get out of line, it's gon' be drastic
Pay my dawg a Perc, it made him happy
Put you in a hearse like an assassin
Runnin' through the game with some lettuce
I just want the green like Aladdin
She kept it low-key, I was straddlin'
I gave her more wood than a cabin

I hate if you love her, I'm gon' f*ck her
Five plain watches in my duffle
I got twenty freaks in my room
I got twenty freaks in my room
While I'm gettin' a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I spent twenty thousand on a jacket
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

Twenty freaks at the embassy
I just pissed on a hundred Gs
Ace of Spades when the lights off
Wrist movin' like CB
Bought the Lamb' for the energy
Got you main at topped off
Check callin', roger that
Drake callin', roger that
Lean callin', roger that
Check callin', roger that, check
Check the work, 10-4
Codeine, indo
Wrist cost a Bentley truck
Wrist cost a Bentley truck
Had drugs on me, lot of red
Then I hit the globe, a lot of red
Copped a speedboat and docked it
Left-overs in my pocket
I'm a take her like a rocket
I'm a hold this money hostage

I hate if you love her, I'm gon' f*ck her
Five plain watches in my duffle
I got twenty freaks in my room
I got twenty freaks in my room
While I'm gettin' a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I spent twenty thousand on a jacket
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

While I'm gettin' a massage in my room
While I'm gettin' a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets
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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, JOSHUA HOWARD LUELLEN, DWAN AVERY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
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Flip

If you gang, gang, gang, that's what's up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

Love a tool only 'til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain't no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I'm Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

2017 with the captains (flip)
The price too high, you must be cappin' (flip)
All these Franklins got me trappin' (flip, flip)
Sippin' on Screw, I'm very active (flip, flip)
A half a milli, got matted
Your main bitch got batted
Got a clear view, no static
That's a VVS on my fabrics
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Blitz, nigga, I'm a boss
Had the mail with me, I'm a star

Love a tool only 'til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain't no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I'm Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

I'm gone past the moon, what you tellin' me?
That nigga's a goon, what you tellin' me?
The bitch in the room, what you tellin' me?
I'm hotter than the sun, what you tellin' me?
These niggas my sons, what you tellin' me?
They eat up my crumbs, what you tellin' me?
Your brother a bum, what you tellin' me?
Straight out the slums, what you tellin' me?
I came out the mud, I'm stashin' the drugs
Gotta bring out the tub of Ace
I was never in love with the Wraith
Got a new Panorama on the way
Went to Pluto, beyond with my cape
Can't run when the drum in your face
I'm the mothaf*ckin' don, why you hatin'?

Love a tool only 'til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain't no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I'm Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip

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Writer: Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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When I Was Broke

Yeah
She ain't leave when I was broke
I used to sit at the trap all day and wait for a phone call
She ain't leave when I was broke
Juugin' and finessin'
She ain't leave when I was broke
Yeah

I had to climb out the sewer
Know you looked down but I know where I'm goin'
Hold me down
Don't ruin my confidence, don't you do it
Sometimes I try to be there for you
And my plan, it don't go like I want it
Watch me roll this dope, watch me
Hit the trap and load this gun, watch me

She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave when I was broke
One thing that she didn't do
She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave
I don't ever tell her what I go through
But how she act, I know she won't
I can see you was givin' up
And that's what killed me the most

Came out the sewer, it's stankin'
Go in the booth and I'm blankin'
Slept with my tool on the blanket
Like I'm the son of Michael
All of these haters, they're gettin' spiteful
They see my heart has been damaged
You see the whip Panoramic
You see I made it, you witnessed progression
I was talkin' like I knew I was destined
I'm a boss and I won't ever regret it
Whether you like it, you gotta admit it
Then I change up your location
Then I pull up in that Wraith
Have I fulfilled all your dreams?
I gave you checks
So you're checkin' it off on your wish list
You get Ferraris right now
We doin' Cali right now
I had to do it

I had to climb out the sewer
Know you looked down but I know where I'm goin'
Hold me down
Don't ruin my confidence, don't you do it
Sometimes I try to be there for you
And my plan, it don't go like I want it
Watch me roll this dope, watch me
Hit the trap and load this gun, watch me

She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave when I was broke
One thing that she didn't do
She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave
I don't ever tell her what I go through
But how she act, I know she won't
I can see you was givin' up
And that's what killed me the most

We goin' shoppin' right now
I see they're coppin' right now
I see they're watchin' right now
They didn't know I was just plottin' right now
I've been executin' the play for a while
Witnessed trappin', baby walk down the aisle
I got a few rings on me now
Had to change my team and my style
You can't intervene on my craft
You better turn your back right now
Ain't no turnin' back right now
I can't let you cramp my style
If you ain't blink then you lookin' like an owl
Starin' right back 'cause you lookin' like cow
You gettin' no sniff, sleepin' with the flowers
She understand everything I go through
Gutta nigga always

I had to climb out the sewer
Know you looked down but I know where I'm goin'
Hold me down
Don't ruin my confidence, don't you do it
Sometimes I try to be there for you
And my plan, it don't go like I want it
Watch me roll this dope, watch me
Hit the trap and load this gun, watch me

She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave when I was broke
One thing that she didn't do
She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave
I don't ever tell her what I go through
But how she act, I know she won't
I can see you was givin' up
And that's what killed me the most

One thing that she didn't do
She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave when I was broke
She ain't leave when I was broke
One thing that she didn't do
She ain't leave when I was broke
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Writer: Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Ultra Tunes
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Feds Did A Sweep

Yeah, I lost so many niggas to the streets this year
Oh, oh, no
And he was talkin' about, ain't even dead
They ain't, they ain't dead
Feds did a sweep
Feds did a sweep
Real niggas linkin' up
Got a few of my niggas in the sweeps
Trill niggas linkin' up
Real niggas linkin' up
Shit ain't gonna be the same, man
Feds did a sweep
Free my niggas

Feds did a sweep
Real niggas linkin' up
Trill niggas linkin' up
Link up, my nigga, let's link up
I done start buyin' more Cubans
These links on me leave them bruises
I don't fantasize, I make movies
I don't tell lies, I tote Uzis
I get idolized by these groupies
I treat 'em just like they're regular, yeah
They sneakin' pics on the cellular
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Them bands on me, more capital
I gotta go pour up some juice
For my dawg just went federal

Give your life for this gang gang shit
Pay a price for this gang gang shit
The sheriff wanna remain nameless
Tryna be Instagram famous
Knowin' damn well these streets painless
Gotta take ya time, ya gang gang
You don't wanna feel my pain
It's gon' drive you insane (Future)
I tried, I prevented this
Man I'm a menace
I know what I did, I'ma finish this
I got the code, I got the remedy
I'm doin' this for infinity
I ain't lookin' for no sympathy
Put a dollar sign on my enemies
You can't come between my embassy
You gotta stay off the premises
I was down and out and I remember this
It's gon' hurt my soul just to reminisce
Gotta understand what I represent
You know what I mean to the game

Feds did a sweep
Real niggas linkin' up
Trill niggas linkin' up
Link up, my nigga, let's link up
I done start buyin' more Cubans
These links on me leave them bruises
I don't fantasize, I make movies
I don't tell lies, I tote Uzis
I get idolized by these groupies
I treat 'em just like they're regular, yeah
They sneakin' pics on the cellular
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Them bands on me, more capital
I gotta go pour up some juice
For my dawg just went federal

Knocks
Police! We have a search warrant
Police! Police search warrant!
Get on the ground!
Get on the ground, get on the ground!
Get down on the ground!
Gunshots

The feds did a sweep
Picked the dawgs up like an infant
Got 13 bodies (what else?)
Got 27 damn victims
Burned the eyes out a witness (what else?)
Put your hood on chitlins (what else?)
Cartiers, I got privilege
See the way my dawgs livin'
They always gotta dodge prison
I was born dodgin' penitentiary
I bought my mom French Tiffanys
Gang, gang, we a family
Hold it down for the family
You goin' viral for the family
Your homie tried to plead insanity
Pray to God, take this energy
Turn around the positivity
When you servin' for an activity
Better learn about the history
I was touchin' work in elementary
Started cookin' work and skippin' Chemistry
Then I started speakin' poetry
I just wish my dawg didn't ignore me
Told you

Feds did a sweep
Real niggas linkin' up
Trill niggas linkin' up
Link up, my nigga, let's link up
I done start buyin' more Cubans
These links on me leave them bruises
I don't fantasize, I make movies (movies!)
I don't tell lies, I tote Uzis
I get idolized by these groupies
I treat 'em just like they're regular, yeah
They sneakin' pics on the cellular
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Preyin' on me, I'm the predator
Them bands on me, more capital
I gotta go pour up some juice
For my dawg just went federal

Real niggas linkin' up
Trill niggas linkin' up
Feds did a sweep
Link up, my nigga, let's link up
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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, XAVIER DOTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Ultra Tunes
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Back to: Future


Future (stylized on digital releases in all caps) is the fifth studio album by American rapper Future.

The album was supported by three singles: "Draco", "Mask Off" and "Extra Luv".

The artwork for Future was designed by Japanese photographer Takashi Murakami. It shows Future, blurred in a haze of yellow smoke, while shaking his watch around. Future described the artwork as "a masterpiece of carefree”.
Genre(s): Trap
Producer(s): DJ Esco (exec.), Future (exec.), Chef Tate, DJ Khaled, DJ Spinz, Detail, DY, Fuse, Illmind, Jake One, Metro Boomin, Southside, Tarentino, The Beat Bully, The Olympicks, Tre Pounds, Zaytoven
Length: 62:47
Released: February 17th, 2017
Year: 2017

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