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Future - We Still Don't Trust You Album Lyrics



Future - We Still Don't Trust You Lyrics
(Featuring Metro Boomin)






We Still Dont Trust You

[ Featuring The Weeknd ]

[Future]
She's such a freak
Bad and freaky, yeah
We still don't trust you
We still don't trust you
(Metro)

[Future & The Weeknd]
We still don't trust you (You fell apart, gradual)
We still don't trust you (We broke your heart from the start)
We still don't trust you (No, oh, woah)
We still don't trust you (Woah, oh, oh)
We still don't trust you (Oh-oh)
We still don't trust you (Woah, oh, oh)
We still don't trust you

[The Weeknd & Future]
And the Paris girls, they sing my song with love
In the stadium is where I feel at home
I forgot the feeling of arena shows
And she love the stage, it got her sexual
Electricity, transparency, higher than we will ever be
I am loving our chemistry

[Future & The Weeknd]
Still don't trust you (You fеll apart, gradual)
We still don't trust you (We broke your hеart from the start)
We still don't trust you (Woah, oh, oh)
We still don't trust you (Woah, oh, oh)

[The Weeknd]
Oh-oh, yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah (Woah, woah)

[Future & The Weeknd]
She's such a freak
Bad and freaky, yeah (You fell apart, gradual)
She's such a freak
Bad and freaky, yeah (We broke your heart from the start)
We still don't trust you (Forever, girl, your heart)
We still don't trust you (You've been alone from the start)
We still don't trust-trust-trust-trust-trust-trust-trust-trust
Trust-trust-trust-trust-trust-trust-trust you
Trust you
Trust you
Trust you
We still don't trust you
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Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Mejdi Rhars
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Drink N Dance

[ Featuring Metro Boomin ]

[Future & Chris Brown]
Three times
Ooh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah
Overdue (Overdue)
Haha
She's droppin' it down to her feet again
She pop it around, start to freakin' again (Oh)
She's droppin' it down to her feet again (Oh-oh)
(Yeah)
She droppin' it down (Yeah, yeah)

Right after I smash, all she wanna do is f*ck again ('Gain)
After she climax, all she wanna do is f*ck again
Right after I smack, all she wanna do is f*ck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is f*ck again
Geekin' again, freakin' again
Geekin' again, all she wanna do is drink and dance
Geekin' again, freakin' again
Geekin' again, all she wanna do is drink and dance

Overseas bank account, penthouse, marbled floors, mink couch
Boss bitches so promiscuous, wanna call, answers on the first dial
Maybach goin' back to back, we goin' back to back (Oh-oh)
We out in Abu Dhabi
Foreign bitches bringin' in more exotic bitches
I'ma throw a thotty party
Two hundred fifty, no receipt (Baby)
I'ma park the jet on the beach (Oh)
Soakin' through her panties on the seat
Baby, can I trust you with a secret?

Freakin' again, tweakin' again
Sneakin' again, got you geekin' again (Pluto)

Right after I smash, all she wanna do is f*ck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is f*ck again
Right after I smack, all she wanna do is f*ck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is f*ck again
Geekin' again (Geekin'), freakin' again (Freakin')
Geekin' again (Geekin'), all she wanna do is drink and dance
Geekin' again (Geekin'), freakin' again (Freakin')
Geekin' again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Oh)

She droppin' down to her feet, yeah, yeah (She droppin' down)
She poppin' it 'round, she ready to get freaky, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
She droppin' down past her knees, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
She pop it around, she ready to get freaky, yeah (Oh-oh, ah)
She goin' down to her feet, yeah, yeah (Down, down, down, down)

Geekin' again (Geekin' again), freakin' again (Freakin')
Geekin' again, she freakin' again

Right after I smack it, all she wan' do is f*ck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is f*ck again
Soon as the jet get off the ground, all she wanna do is f*ck again
Right after I took her down, all she wanna do is f*ck again (Ooh, woah)
Geekin' again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Oh)
Freakin' again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Ooh, woah)

Ooh, woah (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, woah (She's droppin' it down, she's)
She's droppin' it down to her feet again
Geekin' again, freakin' again, oh, oh, oh
All she wanna do is drink and dance
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Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Out Of My Hands

Don't you know? Don't you know?
This life is amazin', special occasions, we smoke nigga likes packs
We roll niggas like, uh
We cook niggas like crack, givin' it back
So many ties, right or wrong, down for the guys (Swerve)
We ready to ride, dog, whenever it's time (Whenever)
However we gotta play it, we can't be in the blind (Never in the blind)
It's gon' seem complicated to you if you not one of mine (Not one of mine)

Plain jane wrapped two tone, already know what I'm on (You know what I'm on)
Shawty look just like a clone, three bitches laying in my room (Layin' in my room)
Chinchilla drag to the floor, chinchilla drag on a ho (Drag on a ho)
Nights ain't get no sleep, got the money machine on the floor (That money ma'—, brrt)
Ex-bitch strippin' on the pole, my young bitch stayin' on stroll (Stayin' on stroll)
Came through coach, uh, came back Gen G4 (Gen G4)
Pour up one four, uh (Four), pour up one eighth, pour more, uh, uh
Youngin gon' blow, uh, young kids 'bouta get a trophy, uh, uh

I'm already cocky, I'm already poppin', you ain't gotta gas me (You ain't gotta gas me)
Went through the islands, went through stylin', bitch, I went with stallions
Uh
Official, everything I do official
Grab on your pistol, nigga
I'll f*ck your sister, nigga
Treat her like a hooker, nigga
I'm cool on the MAC, ain't holdin' nothin' back
I'm goin' through the back
I'm ready to go spazz, I'm ready to go splatt
Girl, your nigga wack and that's just that
Can't get nothin' past, I'm stayin' on my task
Gettin' my cash, run it up fast
Keepin' my mask, I'm ready to go blast
That's just that
I do what I can, it ain't in the plan
I hope you understand, you can't comprehend
Ain't goin' against my mans to f*ck on his bitch, I'm gon' f*ck up these bands
Got too many options, they meet my demand, my team, we done spinned
You went against the gang, you read what I'm saying, it's out of my hands

Plain jane wrapped two tone, already know what I'm on (You know what I'm on)
Shawty look just like a clone, three bitches laying in my room (Layin' in my room)
Chinchilla drag to the floor, chinchilla drag on a ho (Drag on a ho)
Nights ain't get no sleep, got the money machine on the floor (That money ma'—, brrt)
Ex-bitch strippin' on the pole, my young bitch stayin' on stroll (Stayin' on stroll)
Came through coach, uh, came back Gen G4 (Gen G4)
Pour up one four, uh (Four), pour up one eighth, pour more, uh, uh
Youngin gon' blow, uh, young kids 'bouta get a trophy

We learned to embrace it
I'm givin' you the spotlight, you ain't gotta say it
I'm givin' you the spotlight, you ain't gotta say it, you ain't gotta say nothin'
We know the code of silence, you ain't gotta say it, you ain't gotta say nothin'
Bodies on bodies and bodies and bodies, you ain't gotta say nothin'
(Don't you know? Don't you know?)
Stylin' you down like a stylist, you ain't even gotta say nothin'
(Don't you know? Don't you know?)
Tell me keep goin', don't stop it, you ain't gotta say nothin'
(Don't you know? Don't you know?)
Realest nigga ever hit it, you ain't gotta say nothin'
(Don't you know?)
I can tell you f*ck with me just because how you f*ck on me, you ain't gotta say nothin', yeah
(Don't you know? Don't you know?)
We 'bout to mess up the city, we ain't even gotta say nothin'
(Don't you know?)
I got a padlock on the streets, I don't have to say nothin'
We do the glass house on the beach, you didn't have to say nothin'
I took the cash route, goin' far and you don't have to say nothin'
For the lil' homie gettin' shit sparkin', I ain't gotta say nothin'
(You didn't have to say nothin', you didn't have to say nothin')

Another real situation
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Writer: Khaled Khaled, Nayvadius Wilburn, Quavious Marhsall, Kirshnik Ball, Kiari Cephus, Shayaa Abraham-Joseph, Clifford Harris, Leland Wayne, Joshua Luellan
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Jealous

[ Featuring Metro Boomin ]

Going out my mind again, yeah
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, oh yeah
Sex with you must be heaven
I don't know why you make me jealous

I don't know why you make me jealous
Sex with you, it must be heaven
Purchase carats look like pebbles
Why try fight it? It's just habits
You not supposed to take advantage
Constant pain, I feel abandoned
Keep it together, don't do damage
Don't you treat me like I'm average
I don't know why you make me jealous
Sex with you, it must be heaven
Purchase carats look like pebbles
Why try fight it? It's just habits

Call up the jeweler, that's just one call
Don't take kindness for weakness
Make me stronger, no weakness
I just need you to believe in
I just need you to be happy
I know you won't steer me wrong
This fifteen carats, canary yellow
Tryna trick myself thinking this forever with you

I don't know why you make me jealous
Sex with you, it must be heaven
Purchase carats look like pebbles
Hope you deserve it, you the baddest
You not supposed to take advantage
Constant pain, I feel abandoned
Keep it together, don't do damage
Don't you treat me like I'm average

I don't know why you make me jealous
Sex with you, it must be heaven
I don't know why you make me jealous
(Sex with you, it must be heaven)
I don't know why you make me jealous

Rose gold, buy a Patek
Treat you with care, I can't be careless
I get so jealous, might just panic
Kissing your body, taste like candy
I wanna love you, not be managed
Background Italian, speaking Spanish
Tryna keep it simple, we so lavish
Good for my mental, doing magic
Let's find a spot somewhere in Paris
Move to the mountains far from madness for you

I don't know why you make me jealous (Jealous)
Sex with you, it must be heaven (Sex with you, it must be heaven)
Purchase carats look like pebbles (Purchase carats like pebbles)
Why try fight it? It's just habits (Why try fight it? It's just habits)
You not supposed to take advantage (You not supposed to take advantage)
Constant playin', I feel abandoned (Constant playin', I feel abandoned)
Keep it together, don't do damage (Keep it together, don't do damage)
Don't you treat me like I'm average (Don't you treat me like I'm average)
I don't know why you make me jealous (I don't know why you make me jealous)
I don't know why you make me jealous
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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, MARCUS ANTHONY BELL, MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




This Sunday

[ Featuring Metro Boomin ]

You know
I don't give a f*ck about blowin' this money, nigga, you know
I'll buy a brand-new 'Rari this Sunday, you know
Yeah

Told 'em when I came
I'ma come through flashin' through the city in a brand-new G Wagen
I told the bitch take a timeout
She need to find out what make a rich nigga like me happy
Heard you been goin' to the gym, doin' yoga
Got a trainer on deck, baby, tell me where you goin'
Hope you go to Pluto, when you come, just throw it
Got her trippin' off them Xans and it's hard not to show it
Know you wanna come through, chill with the crew
Gettin' high every day just a part of what we do
Gettin' fly every day just a part of what we do
Have a party every day, throwin' money out the roof
Screamin', "Money ain't a thing," we ain't worried 'bout you
Niggas came out the gutter, seen my dreams come true
Where they dyin' over colors, either red or it's blue
Pulled a gun out on his brother, now he think he got the juice

Feel a way, feel a way
Know a nigga feel a way, feel a way
Told my niggas, sip away, sip away
Pour it up, sip away, sip away
Feel a way, feel a way
Know a nigga feel a way, feel a way
Told my niggas, sip away, sip away
Pour it up, sip away, sip away

You know
I don't give a f*ck about blowin' this money, nigga, you know
I'll buy a brand-new 'Rari this Sunday, nigga, you know
You know
I'll buy a brand-new Ferrari this Sunday

Soon as you land, baby, I'ma send a driver
Standin' on the stage, I got money, I got power
I got money, I got power
Turn a bad girl good, I got the power of messiah
F*ck me bad, do me good, girl, I'm just kinda biased
Have some shit come through, baby, if you down to try it
Pick one, I'll pick a few, baby, if you down to try it
Take my shirt off on these hoes like a savage
Wake up on another night, last week, I forget it
I know my last freak was pretty, let me hit it in the back of Lenox
Baby, let me do it how I want it, that's the way I get it
Come through, low-key busy, what I call committed
When I'm in your city, do it Biggie like my name-
Any time I'm in it, I'ma kill it, I just gotta kill it
F*ckin' with the realest, can't be trippin', girl, get out your feelings

Know
I don't give a f*ck about blowin' this money, bitch, you know
I'll buy a brand-new Ferrari this Sunday, bitch, you know

Turn a bad girl good, I got the power of messiah
F*ck me bad, do me good, girl, I'm just kinda biased
Have some shit come through, baby, if you down to try it
Pick one, I'll pick a few, baby, if you down to try it
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Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Luv Bad Bitches

[ Featuring Metro Boomin, Brownstone ]

I like good girls, I like good girls
Like good girls, but I love bad bitches
Love bad bitches
I love, love bad bitches
I like good girls, I like good girls

I like good girls, I like good girls
I like good girls (Yeah)
But I love, love, love bad bitches (Ayy)
I like good girls, I like good girls
But I love, love, love bad bitches (Ayy)
But I love, love, love bad bitches (Yeah)
But I love, love, love bad bitches (Ayy)
I like good girls, I like good girls
But I love, love, love bad bitches (Ayy)

Let's gеt so drunk we forget to f*ck
I need an excusе to wake up next to you
Let's do some X so we can feel in love
Gotta get this shit up off my chest with you, no lie
I went new condo just 'cause she a vibe (Uh)
I went AP just so I could see you smile (Uh, uh)
Don't know how long that money I keep around
But I'm glad I got you here with me right now

I went Bulgari just to switch out styles (Uh, uh, yeah)
Don't know how long these racks gon' keep her around (Freebandz)
But I'm glad that you ride with me now (Yeah)

Uh, shit just not the same with her
Brand new titties, she changin' up
Ain't no name, I gave her one
Ooh, she did her thang with me
Treat you good, you play with me
Good girl, that's okay with me
Bad bitches get everything

Bad bitches get everything
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Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Amazing (Interlude)

Pluto and NAV
Tay Keith, this too hard

I got bands coming in every day now (Bands)
They were calling me broke, they got nothing to say now
First brown boy to get it popping, no debate now (No debate)
I'm too lit to take a charge, and a shake down (Too lit)
Couldn't afford to smoke, so we had to take it
F*ck a pound up just to roll up, now we made it (Made it)
I got friends that got money, that ain't famous (Ain't famous)
Everywhere they go, gotta keep a stainless (Stainless)
You ain't dripping, just because you in the latest (No)
Bring her to the studio and let her witness greatness
Bought a foreign coupe, and everything upgraded
They want the old NAV, I'ma go back to the basics (Basics)

Make some bitches count the cash, while they naked (Cash)
Ain't a perv, just making sure that they won't take it (Take it)
When I'm rolling, I be going through different stages (Stages)
Coming down, I go back up and feel amazing (Coming down)

Coming down, I go back up, I feel amazing (Amazing)
Coming down, I go back up, I feel amazing (Amazing)
On a Tesla, in a Lambo', speed racing (Skrrt)
Not a doctor, got prescriptions like a patient

I got these bitches on Perkies again, they counting my cash, yeah
She got a fetish for nigga from off the block, living fast, yeah
I spent like two and a half million on bitch's tab, yeah
I couldn't afford the case, I put the dead body on layaway, yeah
I just hit some pussy on a cash route, yeah
I just send a bookie on a crash course
Diamonds on lead, f*ck what you said, that bitch stand out
I took a bitch and I gotta a lick, and I don't got patience
I got foreign cars and I got bitches, Asians
Me and Cash chop the mills, we exchanging (Gang)
Busting down a Plain Jane, cop you one (The one)
Hop in a space rocket, yeah, we long gone

Making these bitches count this cash when they naked (Cash)
And our privilege is making sure you don't take it (Take it)
When I'm rolling, I be going through different stages (Stages)
Coming down, I go back up, I feel amazing (Coming down)

Coming down, I go back up, I feel amazing
Coming down, I go back up, I feel amazing
On a Tesla, in a Lambo', speed racing
Got no doctor, on prescriptions like a patient
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Writer: Amir Esmailian, Brytavious Chambers, Navraj Goraya, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




All to Myself

[ Featuring Metro Boomin, The Weeknd ]

[Future & The Weeknd]
Takin' it off, takin' it off, takin' it (La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah), Pluto (Yeah)
Plutoski, yeah (Woo)

[Future & The Weeknd]
You don't look down on me, girl, when I'm cryin'
You made me wanna live when I felt like dyin' (You made me wanna live)
The way I converse back and forth with you is so inspirin' (Is so inspirin')
I sit back and look at the curves on you, I can't deny it (I can't deny it, woo)
I can't deny I look fly with you
I can't deny I get high with you (I can't deny gettin' high)
I can't deny I survive with you
I even like your attitude
I made a call up to Gucci for you
I get to actin' unruly for you
Call up the jeweler, go stupid for you
Call up the jewеler, go stupid for you (Oh yeah)
I'm feelin' bettеr, I knew it was you (Oh yeah)
You tryna leave, catch an asthma attack
Times that we spent, we gon' cherish that
Change up the weather, I'm mad relaxed
Went in the room, seen a star in the ceiling
Sit on an island, we cool, we chillin'
You got me thinkin' 'bout buyin' the buildin'
Ain't no more worries, this our resort
Tryna be modest, you makin' me stunt
Baby don't smoke, but she roll my blunts
You keep me charged, keep your word a bond
Ain't no more problems, they overdone
You gave me life when my heart was numb
I need to sing you a song or somethin' (Sing you a song, la-la-la-la-la-la-la)


[ Future & The Weeknd]
Need you all to myself, need you all to myself (Need you)
Need you all to myself, baby
Need you all to myself (Yeah)
Need you all to myself (I promise that I got your back)

[The Weeknd & Future]
The biggest show in Paris
You singin' it the loudest
You'll always be the baddest, babe
I promise that I got your back
You'll never be in danger
Promise nothin' will happen
These niggas always yappin', yeah
I promise that I got your back
Ooh, look at how we movin', baby (Movin', baby)
They could never diss my brothers, baby (Future)
When they got leaks in they operation
I thank God that I never signed my life away
And we never do the big talk (No, no, no, no, no)
They shooters makin' TikToks
Got us laughin' in the Lambo (Yeah)
I promise that I got your back

[Future & The Weeknd]
Need you all to myself
Need you all to myself (Need you)
Need you all to myself, baby
Need you all to myself (Yeah)
Need you all to myself (I promise that I got your back)
Need you all to myself, need you all to myself (Lay down)
Takin' it off, takin' it off, takin' it off
Need you all to myself
Need you all to myself (Yeah)
Need you all to myself, yeah, yeah (I promise that I got your back)


[Future & The Weeknd]
Before I let you go, can I get a kiss good night, baby?
Before I let you go, can I get a kiss good night, baby?
Before I let you go, can I get a kiss good night, baby? (Oh)
Before I let you go (I promise that I got your back)
(I promise that I got your back)
(I promise that I got your back)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh
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Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Nights Like This


[Future & Young Thug]
Metro
Nights like this, I need all of you
Nights like this, I be callin' you
Nights like this, I send a car for you
Uh

[Future & Three 6 Mafia]
I been down, you need to stay
Missin' when you not around and you away
I done blew three hundred thou', but it's okay
I'm just tryna put a smile on your face
Everything we do is fire
You know that you got it goin' on (Dance like you dancin' on a pole)
Yeah

[Future]
Nights like this, I need all of you
Nights like this, I send a car for you
Nights like this, it's hard to talk to you (Oh, yeah)
Nights like this, I need all of you
Nights like this, I send a car for you
Nights like, uh

[Future & Three 6 Mafia]
You my lil' thot, I just need to see
You just wanna f*ck, I know what you need
I know on the side, you gon' be a freak
I'm not tryna leave, you my main squeeze
Nights like this, I need all of you
Nights like this, I'll send a car for you
Nights like (Nights like, nights)
You don't even walk thе way that you talk to me
Actin' tough, but I know you sweet
Hold this win, girl, you made it
Oh, girl
Nights like this, I need all of you
Nights likе this, I send a car for you (Dance like you dancin' on a pole)
Nights like this, I need all of you
Yeah

[Future & Three 6 Mafia]
Nights like this, I need all of you (Dance like you dancin' on a pole)
Nights like this, I send a car for you (Dance like you dancin' on a pole)
Nights like this, it's hard to talk to you
Nights like this, I need all of you (Dance like you dancin' on a pole)
Nights like this, I send a car for you (Dance like you dancin' on a pole)
Nights like, uh

[Future]
It be times when I be honest, people take me for granted
It be times when I'm alone, I know I need my sanity
It was times I never should've gave away my energy
Should've saved my energy, made me stronger, new enemies
Misery, misery love company
It be nights like this I need my family
Lost times playing tricks on my memory
Sippin' cod', coughin' like it Louis XIII
Drop the top and spin the block, in the Phantom with me
These bitches hot, but they still can't hold a candle to you
740 jet take us around the world if it's cool
I don't trust you, but I still shared my location with you
All this paper, I don't know if you is just using me
I don't wanna get abandoned, that ain't new to me
It get lonely in the mansion, put my mind at ease
You gon' always have my heart, girl, as long as I breathe (Pluto)
Yeah

[Future]
Nights like this, I need all of you
Nights like this, I send a car for you
Nights like this, it's hard to talk to you (Yeah)
Nights like this, I need all of you
Nights like this, I send a car for you
Nights like, uh

[Three 6 Mafia]
Dance like you dancin' on a pole (How you want that?)
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Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, CAMERON THOMAZ, PAUL SALVA, JOHN GROVER, KHALIL SHARIEFF, MICHAEL COX, MATHIAS FEKJR
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Came to the Party

[ Featuring Metro Boomin ]

Came to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch
Came to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch
Came to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch

Showin' off the millennium flow, spill over flow
Loadin' up the bag, clearport, hop in the Porsche
Yacht sailin' in Christian Dior, head to the floor
Gunplay is all out of order, keep a revolver
Pop out, ain't no limitations, no limitations
Rockstar, ain't no hesitation, no hesitation
Step all over your face, high definition
Trap stars, way over the basic, super terrific
I ain't nothin' like you cap niggas (Pluto)
On a fifty-passenger, tryna take eighty bitches
If we made love in the sky, then it's meant

Came to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch
Came to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch
Came to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch
Came to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch

Bentayga cloth blanket, take a nap on a jet (Yeah)
Cash in my duffel, got a bad bitch possessed
Spill, make a mess (Spilled and a mess)
Have a threesome on ecstasy (Woo)
Bag talk, everything else irrelevant
Show dedication, never show you desperate
Saint Laurent furniture, Saint Laurent dices
Give me my conscience, just take away my vices
Goin' to another continent, ain't been to sleep once
Evel Knievel, I pull my own stunts
Saint-Tropez, eat by the ocean for lunch
Got high and forgot the funeral, more love for my aunt
I'd have been there, tell the truth, I hate whatever I was on
This money ain't gon make up for nothin'
Get ready every day like I'm dressin' up for a photo
Tonight, I pop out, my bitch steppin' out in Manolo

I'm not your ordinary trap nigga
Diamonds last forever

Came to the party for the photos (Yeah), show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch (Yeah)
Came to the party for the photos (Pluto), show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch
Came to the party for the photos (Came to the party for the photos), show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch (Show off my new outfit)
Came to the party for the photos (Came to the party for the photos), show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch (Showin' off my bitch in Manolo)

Came to the party for the photos
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Right 4 You

I belong to you
Yeah
You belong to me, I belong to you
Yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah
You belong to me, I belong to you
You belong to me, I belong to you
Oh-yeah
Yeah (Metro, Metro)

I'm tryna get right, I'm tryna keep right, I'm tryna get right for you
I'm tryna get right, I'm keepin' it right, I wanna be right for you
I'm tryna get right, I'm keepin' it right, I wanna be right for you
I'm tryna get right, keepin' it right, I wanna be right for you
I wanna be right, I wanna be right, I'm keepin' it right for you
I wanna be right, keepin' it right, I'ma get right for you
I wanna be right, keepin' it right, I wanna be right for you
I wanna get right, keepin' it right, I'ma get right for you

Promise to tell the truth to you 'cause I don't wanna lose you, girl
Heart too fragile to be thinkin' about losin' her
Talkin' to a goddess, talkin' to her, she can tell I'm hurt
Pain on me, she gon' look in my eyes and know I'm hurt, uh
She need to know about my flaws and all
She need to know it's not all my fault
I see the chemistry, I know I'm involved
Ain't got no time, but she know I'm the one
Goin' out my way just to pick up your call
Havin' patience with me, we gon' go far
Elevation with me, know we a problem
Dedicatin' your whole life to a star

I'm tryna get right, I'm tryna keep right, I'm tryna get right for you
I'm tryna get right, I'm keepin' it right, I wanna be right for you
I'm tryna get right, I'm keepin' it right, I wanna be right for you
I'm tryna get right, keepin' it right, I wanna be right for you
I wanna be right, I wanna be right, I'm keepin' it right for you
I wanna be right, keepin' it right, I'ma get right for you
I wanna be right, keepin' it right, I wanna be right for you
I wanna get right, keepin' it right, I'ma get right for you

Shippin' it off out of town to you
Niggas can't even come 'round you
G63, I went Lamb' for you
You ridin' better than your last nigga do
Pull up, one text, she skrrt right here
I send a text, she skrrt right here
I swear to God, I need you here
I'll take a charge, I'm ridin' for you
Ain't no question, do the same for me
Feel like I've been on your lonely road
Since I met you, I've been on my toes
Grindin' it out, ain't lonely no more
Found myself, f*ck around with you
Can't let the internet hold us back
I'm goin' public, I'm too posessed
Doin' drugs, fall in love, you know the rest

You belong to me, I belong to you
You belong to me, I belong to you
You belong to me, I belong to you
You belong to me, I belong to you
Lonely road to the end of our love
I can't let you go
It's too natural, hold on tight to me
Holdin' on tight to you
I gotta get it right for you
PJ the flight for you, you, you
You on the way, pronto
Lot of Chanel Coco
I'm tryna get right, I'm tryna keep right, I'm tryna get right for you
You on the way, pronto
Lot of Chanel Coco

I wanna be right, I wanna be right, I'm keepin' it right for you
I wanna be right, keepin' it right, I'ma get right for you
I wanna be right, keepin' it right, I wanna be right for you
I wanna get right, keepin' it right, I'ma get right for you
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Mile High Memories

Don't be- don't believe me
Yeah
Don't believe me, no
Yeah, yeah
Pretend that it hurt, but it really don't bother me
Don't make it real, I prefer that you lie to me
Oh, woah, woah
Let me talk to you for a second
Oh, woah, woah
Anywhere in the world, if you hear this
Yeah, yeah

You can f*ck on him as long as you think about me
In the other room, on the phone, you was texting me
You can f*ck on him as long as you think about me

None of it's real, wе was just fakin' how to love
Try to pretend, I wasn't missin' you at all
Gavе me your soul, hundred thousand feet above the clouds
Light up the smoke, sit on them Xannies, spacin' out
We was just bored, we was just bored, playin' them board games
Pink, blue, yellow pill, Power Rangers, f*ckin' with my mind state
Try to forget, so I medicate, introduce her to the jet way
It could be God himself, anyone after me is a downgrade

F*ckin' the shit out this bitch, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord
Kissin' all over this bitch, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord (Mwah)
She just tatted my name, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord (Just tatted my name, I was thinkin' about you)
One of them things, always remain the same, oh, Lord (Remain the same)
Yeah, mile high club, you remember (Mile high club, you remember)
Flyin' eighteen hours the agenda
I can feel the cold heart when it's not winter (When it's not winter, I can feel the cold)
Yeah, come though bustin' up shit, I'm poppin' just like a pimp do (Come through, skrrt, skrrt)

Talkin' south of France, made it north to east (Talkin' south of France, made it from the east, yeah)
Conversin' with one, it's a few ready to eat (Converse with a one, but it's few ready to eat)
Made it out the block where the gun sounds at, so I smoke like a chief (Smoke like a chimney)
I belong to the streets (I belong to the streets)
I'ma always have love for a queen (Always have)
Plutoski (Pluto)

Pluto (Yeah)
Young Metro, young Metro, young Metro (Three times)
You can't forget about our love
Your introduction to the mile high club

You can f*ck on him as long as you think about me
In the other room, on the phone, you was texting me
You can f*ck on him as long as you think about me

Mile high club
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Overload

Yeah
I'm on a overload, yeah
I'm on a overload
I'm on a overload
Yeah

I'm on a overload
Fulfill your ego, flyer than an eagle
I'm on a overload
I pop one up like The Beatles
I'm goin' roller coaster
I'm goin' fully loaded with my feet up
Put eight zips into one liter

Yeah, smokin' on kush, drink apple juice
Canary yellow ice like apple juice
Jumpin' out fly like parachute
Broke bitches goin' out sad with you
Three main chicks on Adderall
Maybach coupe, I smash it up
Came from the bottom, you imagine this
Drinkin' out the bottle, ain't an avеrage cup
Cartier bracelеt, love cuffs
Stars in the roof when I roll up
A line full of dimes when I showed up
Freeband Gang all they throwed up
It was ten spaceships when I showed up
Alligator soft, from the floor up
Gold diggin' bitches 'bout to throw up
Higher than a blimp when I go up
Hop on a Lear, then we go up
Money in the bag, don't fold up
All around the globe, they know us
Everywhere we go, got it sewed up
Thousand and one hitters when we roll up
Transformer coupe, got the doors up
Pretty little bitch got her nose up


Hundreds up, M's was the quota
'Til a nigga got way closer
V one-two on my motor
Never been a day I was sober
All a nigga hang around is rollers
Walk in the bank, smell like doja
Hop out on the curb like a soldier
Hermès on a nigga shoulder
The game very cold, but I'm colder
I'm watchin' out for the vultures
Mixin' the dope and the soda
A double M on my cover
One thing 'bout my brothers
We all out the struggle
Came out the motherf*ckin' gutter
None of these niggas can touch us
I came up servin' the butter
The gang got it covered like mustard
I might say I love ya, but I definitely don't trust ya

I'm on a overload
Fulfill your ego, flyer than an eagle
I'm on a overload
I pop one up like The Beatles
I'm goin' roller coaster
I'm goin' fully loaded with my feet up
Put eight zips into one liter (Yeah)


I'm on a overload, yeah
I'm on a overload
I'm on a overload
Yeah

Drinkin' out the bottle, ain't an average cup
Cartier bracelet, love cuffs
Stars in the roof when I roll up
A line full of dimes when I showed up
Freeband Gang all they throwed up
It was ten spaceships when I showed up
Alligator soft, from the floor up
Gold diggin' bitches 'bout to throw up
Higher than a blimp when I go up
Hop on a Lear, then we go up
Money in the bag, don't fold up
All around the globe, they know us
Everywhere we go, got it sewed up
Thousand and one hitters when we roll up
Transformer coupe, got the doors up
Pretty little bitch got her nose up

Hundreds up, M's was the quota
'Til a nigga got way closer
V one-two on my motor
Never been a day I was sober
All a nigga hang around is rollers
Walk in the bank, smell like doja
Hop out on the curb like a soldier
Hermès on a nigga shoulder
The game very cold, but I'm colder

Broke bitches goin' out sad with you
Three main bitches on Adderall
Cartier bracelet, love cuffs
Line full of dimes when I showed up, yeah
Freeband Gang what they throwed up
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Gracious

[Future, Future & Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, no, no, no
All his opps gone
Oh, no, no, no
Yeah
Oh, no, no, no
Hendrix

[Future & Ty Dolla $ign]
Young nigga slangin' cutta, say he got all his opps gone
Trap bunkin' that fishscale, serve it to a Martian (Oh, oh)
Fresh in Rick Owens, drankin' Wockhardt (Oh, oh)
I'm not Terrell Owens, bet I won't cry for you (I won't cry)
Walked through hell and back for you, now I'm an icon (Walkin' through hell)
Product of my crazy environment (Pluto)
Bitch said she vegan, still eat me like lobster (Uh)
Freaky and conceited, she in need of a rockstar (Oh, yeah)
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta call up Sasha (Thuggin', I'm thuggin')
Yeah, cop thirty while she mop it up (Oh, oh)
Show me you gracious, takin' off my socks
Show me you love me, never talk to opps

[Ty Dolla $ign & Future]
Show me that you love me
Don't just say it
Oh, no (Yeah)
Oh, no (Hendrix)

[Future & Ty Dolla $ign]
I just stepped out a warzone, ooh, yeah
I'm 'bout to put my sauce-sauce on this bitch
Come through zoomin' in a Porsche-orsche, Jordan three six
I get to have a choice, choice, at least three bitches
Hoppin' out a passenger in a right Rolls, totin' a blicky
I know this lifestyle can get crazy and sticky
You gracious, I know it, it shows
Different ladies is makin' you nauseous
Don't be flagrant, I know it's exhaustin'
It's the passion I'll show to you often
Your love's locked down (You so contagious)
You so gracious
Your love's locked down

[Future & Ty Dolla $ign]
You so gracious
You so faithful (You so gracious)
You so gracious
You so faithful
You so contagious
You so gracious
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Beat It

[ Featuring Metro Boomin ]

(Never wanna never tell you a lie) Yeah, Pluto
(It's gonna wake you up fast and tell you bye)
(Can't nobody love you like I do)
(Can't nobody love you like I do) I'm just
Puttin' things in its proper perspective
The way I look at you niggas make it easy for me to cook up you niggas
I was a crook before you niggas
Even got in the picture

You think it vanished away and erased out my system
You think I'm 'posed to look at you hoes like my sisters
You f*cked my bro behind my back and I wasn't trippin'
Can't be in my feelings when you don't get my vision
Spendin' chicken on pigeons, some things gettin' ridiculous
The streets malicious, but I know I got better wishes
Cross examinin' my kindness, royal highness
Put the work in, go berserk-y, it's perfect timin'

(Never wanna never tell you a lie)
(It's gonna wake you up fast and tell you bye)
Fancy bitch wanna ride in the double-R
That liquor bring out who you is, who you are
I go off and tell her beat it
Yeah
I go off and tell her beat it
Beat it, uh

That liquor bring out who you is, who you really are
Eatin' Waffle House diners, requestin' caviar
She get so drunk, her vagina taste like Clase Azul
I almost kept it copastetic and turned into a star
I took her bowlin' on the tours, because the block was hot
We did some shrooms, she did some whippets with a few of the vibes
She see the twilight on my stones, it's f*ckin' with her eye
I'm gone, but I'm in my right mind
Back on the flip-phone, knew not to discuss the business
Lil' dog came home, he did it without a witness
She can't pop out whenever she want, she need permission
Gotta be exquisite to be a part of my religion
Ride and stay committed

(Never wanna never tell you a lie) Or beat it
(It's gonna wake you up fast and tell you bye)
Fancy bitch wanna ride in the double-R
That liquor bring out who you is, who you are
I go off and tell her beat it
Yeah
I go off and tell her beat it
Beat it, uh

You believe in love, girl, forgive me for my sins
Make your heart stop if I give you too much attention
Too much star power turn a lover to an enemy
Went to sleep, the sun was out, now it's dark again
Told that bitch kick rocks 'cause she don't know how to chill
This don't mean nothin' to me, not even more than a pill
My fingers is filthy from countin' these dirty bills
I'm king of the mountain, the crib worth a hundred mil'
Bitch, it ain't no Uber service inside the field
Sneakin' on the low, girl, I forgive
She can't pop out whenever she want, she need permission
Gotta be exquisite to be part of my religion
Ride and stay committed
Or beat it

Fancy bitch wanna ride in the double-R
That liquor bring out who you is, who you are
I go off and tell her beat it
Yeah
I go off and tell her beat it
Beat it, uh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Always Be My Fault

[Future]
We converse when it's dark
I can hear you in the storm
When you moan, it turn me on
Like to converse in the dark
I can hear you in the storm
When you moan, it turn me on
We conversin' in the dark

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

[Future & The Weeknd]
We conversin' over drugs
When I speak, it's from the heart
I can hear you when you call
You know Benjamin's all yours
I'm indulgin' in your heart
I can't let you break my heart no more
I can't let you break my heart (I can't let you break my heart)

[Future & The Weeknd]
It's gon' always be my fault (It's gon' always be)
It's gon' always bе my fault (Woah)
It's gon' always be my fault (Oh, woah)
Just pick me up if I fall (Oh, woah)
I can't let you brеak my heart (Oh, woah)
I can't trust you anymore

[The Weeknd]
I can't trust you anymore
But I did it on my own
Paid the price, now I'm alone
I guess now I'll never sleep again
I just wanna find my peace again, oh
Now I'm haunted by the ghosts
Of the ones I hurt the most
Bedroom like a graveyard
Rather die 'fore I weep again
Turn your tears to a sea again
Played with my heart like a cello
Made you cry in falsetto
Cut you off like giallo
Girl, I told you that this shit is like an opera to me
Ooh, I'll turn your love to tragedy

[Future & The Weeknd]
It's gon' always be my fault (Woah)
It's gon' always be my fault (Woah)
It's gon' always be my fault (Oh, woah)
Just pick me up if I fall (Woah)
I can't let you break my heart (Oh)

[Future & The Weeknd]
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
It's gon' always be my fault (No)
Woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
It's gon' always be my fault
Woah, woah, woah
It's gon' always be my fault
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




One Big Family

Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah (Yeah)
Last name Pluto, first name whatever, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
How I'm comin'

Twenty main bitches, I swear I'm from another planet (Pluto)
I love all of 'em the same, we just like one big family (I swear, yeah)

We go on an odyssey, baby, you know we ain't 'posed to be here on the Earth ('Posed to be here on Earth)
I'm f*cked up 'bout this Chinese shit, got me hittin' it off a Perc' (Off the Perc')
Dominicano been playin' her part, she know what's happenin' (She know what's happenin')
She been sittin' in the sun over fifteen minutes at the pad (She was at my pad)
Nati say she love me more than she love her daddy
I don't think she loyal, but say she'll never do me bad
That's what she say to me, "Come lay with me, come play with me
When you leave from the studio, come get dropped off and stay with me"
Every shorty come get on my body
I got Jude on her way to Pilates
I treat Bea like she one of my partners
I got three with the same name, probably
Bought a Birky for shorty this mornin'
Got that work for Cabrina this mornin'
She was twerkin', I started performin'
Goin' surfin', I'm startin' to enjoy it
Went on shoppin' sprees, I can afford it
She gon' call to whip me like an orphan
I got Lindsay on call, unfortunate
Try to eat it off me like a portion
I got Booby Trap sittin' in my living room
I got Magic whenever I need to
F*ckin' with you, but I don't really need you
Break you out twenty racks when I see you
Layin' you down on your back when I meet you
Hittin' that shit from the back, don't I teach you?
I done flew Nora out to Ibiza
I had Dabo come in on the same flight
I hit Gabriella on the same night
Fell in love 'cause she know a nigga game tight
Throw the hood up, she know I'm the gang type
I'm just givin' you a lil' bit of insight

Twenty main bitches, I swear I'm from another planet (Swear I'm from another planet)
I love all of 'em the same, we just like one big family (Pluto)
We all happy, don't care what they say, don't be embarrassed (Don't be embarrassed, yeah, yeah)
I swear I'm from another planet (Swear I'm from another planet)

Pull up in a Rolls
I bet that bitch open up my doors (Yeah)
I bet I'll wipe that bitch nose
Anything I say, everything goes
Treat me like a pot of gold (Treat me like I'm gold)
Treat a nigga, got that bag coming (Yeah)
Heard you wanna go to Saturn (Heard you wanna go)
Pick a planet, I ain't average
Pluto got a bitch on lockdown
Got my rude chop gettin' mopped down
Out the country, she get knocked down
Pop the biggest one when I'm overseas
Tryna move the lil' shit out of DC
Spent a bag on Cheyenne, it was easy
F*ck what you gotta say, she gon' keep me
I got Aquafina on me on each sleeve
Got some weight on me, sittin' in the bathroom
Any time I get, she ready to smack somethin'
Got her poppin' that shit in the Phantom (Pop)
Turn my bitch up, you know that's the standard
I got Theria landin' in Abu Dhabi
So imperial, tryna be modest
Don't record me when I walk through the lobby
Cross her legs when sit 'round the brodie
Iron my clothes, she tied up my shoes too
Clean the carpet, I feel like a guru
All I wanna do is buy Jimmy Choo, Choo
Everything on her practically new, new
Very charismatic, she one of the baddest
She one of the ones I cherish
I swear I'm from another planet (Pluto)

Twenty main bitches, I swear I'm from another planet (Yeah)
I love all of 'em the same, we just like one big family (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
I swear I'm from another planet

Only way to live is to be rich
Bad bitch follow me just like a cult
Yeah
I swear I'm from another planet
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Red Leather

[ Featuring Metro Boomin, J. Cole ]

[Future]
So you thinkin' that you gon', I ain't gon'
Speak from my heart, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm one thousand
Yeah

I done turned a dancer to a trophy
I done balled with rings like Kobe
Never send a tweet with emotions, uh
She heard I sip lean, she got emotional
Codeine got my heart like opium
I can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' her
Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors
Pissin' on your grave in some red leather

Turbo Panamera, the seat bird feathers
Keep La on mе like Carmelo
Don't lie to mе, I'm on God levels
Forever's not long enough
If it's endless, what we doin'?
Either you a rebel or what we doin'?
Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'?
A few remain nameless deserve my dedication
I just want my movement like Larry Davis
Came from Amsterdam, had my head up
Screenshot bitches got me fed up
Playin' with the white for green like a Celtic
She ain't tryna share me, she thinkin' selfish
I just bought my young bitch some new Rosettas
Went to Tokyo, I had to hit the ghetto
Like to kick it with her 'cause she play soccer
Introduced her to some goons, nigga, and some robbers
Now she want that Bentayga and it's obvious
Real patience for them big faces and I got it
Still faded from the last night off molly
The ones work at Magic, work at Follies
I just left Onyx and caught a body
F*ck your wife at the back of King of Diamonds
Turn me on, she don't care I put my thumb in
Leave me all alone, I'm throwin' a party
How I'm gon' have commitment in this world of sin?
Try my best to love you in this world we in
Take another look at every foreign I'm in
End up with the bitches that I started with
I must've been on a pill when I recorded this
Had the stick in my hand while I was typin' it
I know I'm arrogant, but don't be trifling
I iced out you once and you got iced again
These guitars sound like Parliament
I just blowed a check, baby, pardon me
All-black trim, dark burgundy
Keep it real with me, no perjury
Put them bags on her arm like weighed sand
Saks Fifth Avenue, she ran through eighty bands
Got your passport ready, we some aliens
Got my transporter up out my radius
Got my transporter, whip Mercedes-Benz
I could never give up on what we had
Abracadabra, make my side bitch better
Chanel trench, pussy taste like pineapple
I'ma stay down with you, but don't give me a headache
Lifestyle's radical, please excuse the medies
California housing, gettin' better with my veggies
Audemars, Richard Mille came in a FedEx
Smash her like a grudge that I ain't never gettin' deaded
Sippin' on mud while I'm lookin' at my presi'
Presidential tints in the back, I done made it
Bitch, you better stay on your shit, you gettin' graded
Take you to a spa in Saint Barts, is you ready?
Whip the double-R with the stars in the headrest
Caught up with these broads, baby, did I change the address?
Times got hard and I f*cked off your lashes
Everything real, I got my gold veneers added
Motherf*ckin' addict, but I will rock a Patek
If your love was a drug, maybe it would be acid
I know I lost your trust, but I made you relapse
I gotta be on a pill to tell you how I'm feelin'
I tippy-toe and I dance with the devil
I'll take a whole boat out to Bahamas
Shawty ride for a real one like a gunner

I done turned a dancer to a trophy
I done balled with rings like Kobe
Never send a tweet with emotions, uh
She heard I sip lean, she got emotional
Codeine got my heart like opium
I can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' her
Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors
Pissin' on your grave in some red leather
Pissin' on your grave in some red leather

[Future & J. Cole]
Forever's not long enough
If it's endless, what we doin'?
Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'? (Yeah)

[ J. Cole]
Pluto got twenty girlfriends, damn, I'm doin' it wrong
Cut off all my hoes, now I'm only puttin' you in a song
Day one, shawty been with me from the playground
Hey now, maybe that's the reason I was playin' 'round
Runnin' like a chicken with his head cut off
Through the streets where the freaks love the red leather
On my shoulder blades, in my older age
See the error of my ways, but I'm still not totally over all the temptation
Why does sin give you all the sensation?
Yeah, I'm with Future up in Onyx just wastin'
A lot of money on a stripper education
Throw so much paper that we causin' the inflation
Now it's late and I'm gettin' impatient
Might run a train on a bitch, Penn Station
Nah, I'm playin', I'm just lit, gettin' wasted
And she whisper in my ear she wanna taste it
Damn, you makin' it hard for me
But I'm stayin' strong, I got authority
Willpower, when I dub a baddie, I feel power
Me and Astro 6'4", we the Twin Towers
Twin Glocks with the switch piece that extend shots
It's a metaphor for the boy when you in proximity
I can't stop right now, they gon' remember me forever
My stories more clever, my similes was better
My energy was never on some toughest nigga shit
I was just a conscious rapper that would f*ck a nigga bitch
I was just a college nigga from a rougher premises
Kept my nose out the streets, but I love to get a whiff
Of the action, with risk comes attraction
The blicks get to blastin', I turn into a track star
Wanted all the hoes, what the f*ck you think I rap for?
I been tryna slang the same wood since Hacksaw
Jim Duggan, runnin' through the Ville in my Timbs, thuggin'
Now I'm with Young Metro in the V.I.P., bitches incomin'
Coppin' all this liquor for these hoes like we McLovin
Thinkin' to myself, "Could I really be with one woman?"
Hmm, I think so
But it's hard when you with your dogs at the freak show
Thinkin' I could bag Rubi Rose with a keystroke
Ego, ask yourself is that gon' bring you peace, though?


[Future & J. Cole]
(Shit, I don't know)
Forever's not long enough
If it's endless, what we doin'?
Either you a rebel, what we doin'?
Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'?
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Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




#1 (Intro)

[Charlamagne Tha God, Future & Andrew Schulz]
And it hurt me to say it (This beat is so, so Metro)
It really hurt me to say it (Southside, Southside, Southside)
I can find a million Future clones all around the world (Yes)
I don't think there is any rapper that has influenced culture (I agree)
And music (I agree)
More than Future over the last decade (It's, it's)
I think Future had influence, people want to be Future (Mmm)
People want to sound like Future
It's wild to me that we don't-
It's not a big three, it is a fantastic four
And Future is in that (This beat is so, so Metro)
You can put him, you-, he might be two, huh, three
He might-can even be number one
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Nobody Knows My Struggle

[ Featuring Metro Boomin ]

(I knew we couldn't trust him)
Don't nobody know my struggle, don't nobody know my struggle
(This beat is so, so Metro)
(Southside, Southside, Southside)
It really hurt me to say it (haey ,kcart eht no edishtuoS)
It really hurt me to say it

Yeah, don't nobody, don't nobody, don't nobody
Don't nobody, don't nobody, don't nobody
Don't nobody know my struggle

Yeah
Hasta la vista, baby

Committed to the gang as a youngster
Slang cocaine, yeah, nigga gettin' money
Heard you dippin' in a powder bag, feedin' your nostrils
Heard you dippin' in a molly bag 'cause it's popular
Dirty jeans nigga, in the trap with my trousers
I got money, I got power, heard your daddy was on that powder
Dolce Gabbana, Dolce Gabbana when I was just frontin', when I was just frontin'
Now we go shoppin', we go out the country
I'm sittin' on the yacht, the yacht, it look like Dubai
These bitches surrounding me like I'm a, uh, act like I'm a god
They know I'm that guy, they know that I'm fly, they know that I'm high
They know that they f*ck with me, gotta be bi, yeah, she gotta be bi
You thinkin' I started this shit and then wasn't gon' finish, you gotta be crazy
You know that them pistols and peelers, them hustlers, them dealers, you know who done raised me
Ayy, they say that them feds, they comin' through sweepin', they tryna put all us in cages
Once that I finally made it, mama, I finally made it

Yeah, don't nobody, don't nobody, don't nobody
Don't nobody, don't nobody, don't nobody
Don't nobody know my struggle

(Trust me)
Yeah
Hasta la vista, baby

My crack is in the bushes 'fore I learned to cook it (Yeah, yeah)
Before I learned to cook it, bought a couple cookies (Whip)
I bought a brand new Bentley, it was fully loaded (Skrrt)
You shootin' a hundred rounds, you gotta unload it (Brrat, brrat)
Back in the dope hole, I'm goin' mad evil
Servin' that base and that boy, they shootin' up with that needle (Woo)
I'll shoot you myself like you got diabetes (Woo)
I know that you need it, so I'ma give it to you (Rrr)
You know that I'm leanin', so nigga, give it to me
I got my Actavis raw and it's uncut (Pour up)
I'ma to cook up this raw, it was untouched (Whip)
By the time you see the final cut, it's a movie (Movie)
By the time the ho get to you, she a groupie (Freebandz)
Roc-A-Fella niggas, this shit was Freebandz (The gang)
As-Salaam-Alaikum, I got my whole clan (Clan)
Ethiopian bitches, yeah, they from the motherland


Yeah, don't nobody, don't nobody, don't nobody
Don't nobody, don't nobody, don't nobody
Don't nobody know my struggle

Yeah
Hasta la vista, baby
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Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




All My Life

[Future]
Wheezy outta here
It's Pluto forever (Why don't you trust me?)
Yeah (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot ya)
All my life, I grew up, nigga

All my life, I grew up 'round some steppers and some killers (All my life, I grew up)
All my life, I grew up 'round finessin' drug dealers (Yeah, Pluto)
All my life, I grew up sellin' dummies, we gon' trick 'em (Yeah, all my life, I grew up, nigga)
All my life, I grew up, all my life (All my life)
All my life, I grew up doin' the dash, goin' dumb (All my life, I grew up)
All my lifе, I grew up, got these prеtty hoes sprung (All my life, I grew up, nigga)
All my life, I grew up, I been raised in the slums (Yeah, all my life)
All my life, I grew up (What?), all my life (Lil' Mexico)

You wipin' a nostril today, you selling some parquet (Yeah, all my life, I grew up)
I'm sellin' out the Madison Square, you're sellin' out the Barclay (All my life, yeah)
I'm cookin' the raw today, I'm droppin' it off today, yeah (All my life, I grew up, nigga)
I come for that landscape, bitch doin' what I say (Yeah, turn up)

I'm flyin' to Japan today (Go), I'ma take me a Xan' today (All my life, I grew up)
I'm drankin' on syrup for breakfast (Woah), without the pancake (All my life, I grew up, nigga)
I'm so f*ckin' high (Yeah), I can't even see straight (Woah)
Ballin' on this shit like Johnny Manziel (Woah, tell it, all my life, I grew up, nigga)
Ain't no poser, front street like a soldier, all my life (All my life, I did it)
Ten the total, uh (What?), what's that total all in ice? (All bust)
I can mention her name (What?), make her a celebrity overnight (For life)
Seen so much pain (Seen it), I got a billion in my sight (All my life, I grew up, nigga)

All my life, I grew up 'round some steppers and some killers (All my life)
All my life, I grew up 'round finessin' drug dealers (Yeah, Pluto)
All my life, I grew up sellin' dummies, we gon' trick 'em (Pluto)
All my life, I grew up, all my life (Super)
All my life, I grew up doin' the dash, goin' dumb (Crazy)
All my life, I grew up, got these pretty hoes sprung (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my life, I grew up, I been raised in the slums (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my life, I grew up (Trust me), all my life

[Future & Lil Baby]
You wipin' a nostril today, you selling some parquet (Yeah, all my life, I grew up)
I'm sellin' out the Madison Square, you're sellin' out the Barclay (All my life, yeah)
I'm cookin' the raw today, I'm droppin' it off today, yeah (All my life, I grew up, nigga)
I come for that landscape, bitch doin' what I say (Yeah, Wham)

[Lil Baby]
Juice up my motor, my wrist worth a quarter (Skrrt)
I reach for promoters, I f*ck up the streets
Comin' in late, I been hustlin' all day
She gon' run me a shower, then suck me to sleep (Woah, woah)
So what? I hit her, I ain't do nothin' else
With a stiff arm the lil' bitch, I won't even speak
All of my life, I been hustlin'
You give me a thousand them bitches, they gone in a week
All my life, been servin'
Never my life been worried 'bout none of these niggas
All my traps still current, my outfit a bird and we got turkeys
Come through, Hellcat, donut
Me and three young niggas, know I did that first (Skrrt)
All my life, been standin' up on these f*ck niggas, makin' their stomach hurt (Ugh)
All my life, been servin', ask about me, I got my hood turnt
All my cars get drove in sport mode, chasin' this cash like XO
Real dope boy, I come from the era, go get it, can't sit 'round, wait on it
Bro get richer than me right now, on God, I ain't never gon' hate on him


[Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
Crazy

All my life, I grew up, got these pretty hoes sprung (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my life, I grew up, I been raised in the slums (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my life, I grew up, all my life
All my life I grew up 'round some steppers and some killers (Yeah, all my life, I grew up, nigga)
All my life, I grew up 'round finessin' drug dealers (All my life, bitch)
All my life, I grew up sellin' dummies, we gon' trick 'em (Pluto, all my life, I grew up, nigga)
All my life, I grew up, all my life (Yeah, turn up)

(Trust me)
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Writer: Hua Wei Lin, Ke Lu Si Mai, Wen Chan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Crossed Out

[ Featuring Metro Boomin ]

(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) Drug dealer, cap peeler, ho chose
Drug dealer, cap peeler, ten toes (8-808)
Drug dealer, cap peeler, ice froze
(I knew we couldn't trust him)
Drug dealer, cap peeler

Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out

I'm a product of the trench, nigga, FOX 5
Sippin syrup, it can help when you traumatized
Richard Mille cost a mil', that's a multi
I got all this shit from growin' up on a hard time
Goyard, gold prеsidential bustdown
That's a gold twenty-four when it touch down
Drop thе lo', up the score when they run down
Get in that mode, nigga, turn into a bloodhound
I'm on these Adderalls like Percs, nigga, I stay woke
Wavin' that bread around your head like a halo
Drinkin' on red got my cup sticky like Clay-Doh
Check out the barrel on that gun, look like a potato

Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out

Been a lil' menace to society, went on a grand theft
Went on a stain on my own, by my damn self
Three cellphones, see somethin' wrong, watch for antennas
She gave her mop in the Lam', it was outstandin'
I'm on my Freebandz shit, I'm a bandit
I'm off the Earth with this shit, another planet
I done went and blowed up on niggas like a cannon (Cannon)

Can I trust you?
Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out
Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out


Trust me
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Why don't you trust me?
(8-808)
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Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Crazy Clientele

[ Featuring Metro Boomin ]

Got my bomb in my hand, Taliban, yeah
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

Cut my crack with my nail, weigh the bale without the scale (Can I trust you?)
I'm cuttin' crack with my nail, weigh the bale without a scale
Cuttin' crack with my nail, I got crazy clientele (Will-A-Fool, Will-Will-Will-William)
Cuttin' the crack with the nail, weighin' bale without the scale
I'm a Freeband nigga, I got crazy clientele
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I cut crack with my nail, weigh a bale without the scale
I'm a Black Amigo nigga, I got crazy clientele
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Cookеd a bomb up and I didn't use a Belly (I ain't use a scalе)
I was a young nigga, servin' dope up out the telly (Had them bales goin')
Tote .223 when you got that fetti (What you doin', boy?)
Got shottas pullin' up, they armed and ready (They armed and ready, yeah)
Hold the Glock with two hands, shoot it steady (Shoot the Glock now)
I'm four hours in, been cookin' Betty (Cookin' the block 'round)
I'ma front you a kilo 'cause I ain't petty (I ain't petty, nigga)
Gon' rerock a block, my game heavy (Uh)
Been servin' them yams, crib in Skyami (I'm in Skyami now)
Went from servin' them grams to havin' Grammys (Yeah)
Still workin' twenty-four hours just like a deli (Pluto)
Gotta free my big brother locked in the celly (Free my brother Chuck)

Cuttin' the crack with the nail, weighin' bale without the scale
I'm a Freeband nigga, I got crazy clientele (I got crazy clientele, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I got crazy clientele, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I cut crack with my nail, weigh a bale without the scale
I'm a Black Amigo nigga, I got crazy clientele (l got crazy clientele, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I got crazy clientele, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Workin' that block, servin' that cheese, nigga
You gon' pop it on your own 'cause you don't need niggas
Servin' bags of the strong without the seeds, nigga
On the top of the throne, it's hard to see niggas (I'm a king, nigga)
Got a thousand-one grams, I'm servin' P's, nigga (Thousand grams)
Servin' coke out your hand, you gotta eat, nigga (Servin' coke)
Ready to run up them bands, street feed niggas
(Freeband Gang)
We gon' sell it for the high, you got it cheap, nigga
(Yeah)
Just a product of my environment, I'm a key, nigga
It's hard to sleep with this money, I'm takin' E, nigga (I'm takin' X now)
I had to hustle, go get it, wasn't tryna leave niggas (Go and get it)
I seen a million-somethin' dollars just off the weed, nigga (Woah)

Cuttin' the crack with the nail, weighin' bale without the scale
I'm a Freeband nigga, I got crazy clientele (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I cut crack with my nail, weigh a bale without the scale
I'm a Black Amigo nigga, I got crazy clientele (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)

Junkies at my door, police at my door (I need it, boy)
Junkies at my door, police at my door (Please, boy)
Junkies at my door, police at my door (Yeah)
Pounds in the attic, pounds on the floor (Woah)
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Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Show of Hands

[ Featuring Metro Boomin, A$AP Rocky ]

[A$AP Rocky]
Take his chains, shorty, leave your mans for me (Can I trust you?)
Grab this cam, shorty, OnlyFans for me, uh
By a show of hands, who want a fatal? Throw them hands
Told me, "Show a Benz," just play your card, don't show your hand (Uh)

[A$AP Rocky]
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring your show advance
I just sent a telegram
Grandma, your boy the man
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring your show advance
Bracelet, Rollie, both 'em dance
A half a mill' on both 'em hands

[Future & A$AP Rocky]
I'm a trap nigga, better watch your ho (Uh)
Ain't no bap, nigga kickin' in your door (Nigga)
Yeah (Woo), Chrome Hearty, I just bought the whole store
I blew her head up, now they call her the GOAT
Turned the swag up, her last nigga was broke
Bought all them bags for her, can't fit 'em in her closet
She can change the 'fit up least 'bout three times a day
Ain't use a condom, we f*ck three times a day

[Future]
This bitch so pretty, I wanna skeet it on her face
I done took the Adderall just to count up my cake
I'm goin' Bugatti shoppin', f*ckin' up this paper
First time I smashed it, I was highly sedated
It get past 3 a.m., I'm way out of my mind
Cost three-eighty and it barely got any diamonds
Skeleton, faded, spent a rack on it
My lawyer gon' eat the case, that's what these racks for

[A$AP Rocky]
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring your show advance
I just sent a telegram
Grandma, your boy the man
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring your show advance
Bracelet, Rollie, both 'em dance
A half a mill' on-

[A$AP Rocky]
Verse one
Call up Pluto, Metro, should've put me on the first one
Niggas swear they bitch the baddest, I just bagged the worst one
Niggas in they feelings over women, what, you hurt or somethin'?
I smash before you birthed, son, Flacko hit it first, son
Still don' trust you, it's always us, never them
Heard you dropped your latest shit
Funny how it just came and went (Ha-ha-ha)
Money long, but you know I gotta keep it trim (Trim)
Her waist small, but she ain't slim
They call me Flacko Jodye, but I'm him (Grim)
Ain't shit change, bitch
Upgraded a lame bitch
Stay up in your lane, bitch
My wrist a plain jane, bitch
She f*ck me 'cause I'm famous
And they don't speak my language
But bet she know my name, bitch
A stainless 'cause I don't trust a thing, bitch (Why don't you trust me?)
F*ck on her tongue, but really I just hit a lick (Lick, lick)
No more Balenci' (Uh), I'm gettin' really tired of Rick (Tired of that shit)
Cough up a lung (Lung), that Bloomin' new Biscotti hit ('Scotti)
First of the month (Uh, month), I'm livin' in your head rent-free (Boominati, nigga)


[A$AP Rocky]
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring your show advance
I just sent a telegram
Grandma, your boy the man
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring your show advance
Bracelet, Rollie, both 'em dance
A half a mill' on both 'em hands

[Future & A$AP Rocky]
I'm a trap nigga, better watch your ho (Can I trust you?)
Ain't no bap, nigga kickin' in your door (Nigga)
Chrome Hearty, I just bought the whole store
I blew her head up, now they call her the GOAT
Turned the swag up, her last nigga was broke (Uh)
Bought all them bags for her, can't fit 'em in her closet
She can change the 'fit up least 'bout three times a day (Uh)

[A$AP Rocky]
F*ck keepin' this shit hip-hop
I wanna see a f*ck nigga bleed out (Nigga)
(I knew we couldn't trust them)
Everybody's doin' it down there
We really, you know, we was the ones that originated it in the first place
So we gon' stick to the script
They'll leave our style alone 'fore we leave it alone, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
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Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Streets Made Me A King

[ Featuring Metro Boomin ]

Five thousand pounds in a tractor, I'ma get 'em off
Workin' on the avenue, young Pluto came up servin' raw
F*ck the Constitution, bitch, I grew up in the drug zone
All this prostitution, ho, you know a nigga love gone
(Metro)
(Can I trust you?)
(Why don't you trust me?)
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Yeah

I don't give a f*ck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings
I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne
When I smell the smoke, nigga, I turn to gasoline
Underground like I'm UGK, but I'm Supreme
We ain't spoon-fed, nigga, we came up servin' fiends
Hit my targеt every time, it's likе I'm shootin' a beam
Ridin' Bentley presidential, I'll give a nigga his wings
The street made me a king

Five thousand pounds in a tractor, I'ma get 'em off
Workin' on the avenue, young Pluto came up servin' raw
F*ck the Constitution, bitch, I grew up in the drug zone
All this prostitution, ho, you know a nigga love gone
Smack a ho, then pass her to my brother, then we toast
Thought I would come in Lamborghini, whipped up in the Ghost
Millionaire, young nigga had done made it off the porch
Million-dollar 'Rari, got it parked beside the Porsche
Go digital, sittin' in the fish bowl, super sport
VVSs invisible, shine on my arms
Racks got me gone, got me feeling King Kong
Trappin' out the house, keep some fire in the slums
High skills, poppin' pills, then we solo for 'em
Shorty them on a drill, they 'bout to go out and perform
Hop in the Phantom, then I skrrt away
Millionaire cover, what else I'ma say?

I don't give a f*ck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings
I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne
When I smell the smoke, nigga, I turn to gasoline
Underground like I'm UGK, but I'm Supreme
We ain't spoon-fed, nigga, we came up servin' fiends
Hit my target every time, it's like I'm shootin' a beam
Ridin' Bentley presidential, I'll give a nigga his wings
The street made me a king

I just blew a check, could've bought a mansion
Ice all white, Marilyn Manson
Get it out the mud, started spendin'
Sent that boy to Maryland, Steve Francis (Swish)
You ain't shit until you become a big dog
You ain't shit until you become a big dog (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't shit until you become a big dog
You ain't shit until you become a big dog, yeah

(Why don't you trust me?)
I don't give a f*ck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings
I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne
When I smell the smoke, nigga, I turn to gasoline
Underground like I'm UGK, but I'm Supreme
We ain't spoon-fed, nigga, we came up servin' fiends
Hit my target every time, it's like I'm shootin' a beam
Ridin' Bentley presidential, I'll give a nigga his wings
The street made me a king

(I knew we couldn't trust them)
I don't give a f*ck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings
I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne
When I smell the smoke, nigga, I turn to gasoline
Underground like I'm UGK, but I'm Supreme
We ain't spoon-fed, nigga, we came up serving fiends
Hit my target every time, it's like I'm shootin' a beam
Ridin' Bentley presidential, I'll give a nigga his wings
The street made me a king
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Back to: Future


We Still Don't Trust You is a collaborative studio album by the American rapper Future and the American record producer Metro Boomin. It was released on April 12, 2024, through Freebandz, Epic Records, Boominati Worldwide, and Republic Records. The album contains guest appearances from the Weeknd, Brownstone, Ty Dolla Sign, J. Cole, Lil Baby, and ASAP Rocky. Production was primarily handled by Metro himself. It serves as the second collaborative album between him and Future, following We Don't Trust You, which was released exactly three weeks before.

The album strays away from the hip hop and trap genres present in its predecessor, in favor of an R&B style. It received generally favorable reviews, debuting at the top of the US Billboard 200. Its title track, with the Weeknd, was sent to Italian radio airplay on April 19, 2024, as the album's lead single.
Featuring: Metro Boomin
Genre(s): R&B
Length: 88:33
Released: April 12th, 2024
Year: 2024

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