Six - Future Lyrics

I used to f*ck with bum niggas with no future
Riding in they Honda crying 'bout me over Future
Best thing I ever did was fall out of love
Cuz I'd be damned if you see me with a nigga selling bud
Messy hoes bring they pussy out just to check on him
Cuz if he bagged VI then I guess he got a check on him
If he say he mine, know he lying if no Patek on him
My niggas wrist lit, Big VI put baguettes on em
Rich bitch mood
Bitch trick who?
Been making six figures since a bitch been out of school
Ain't a nigga dollar that's gon make me act a fool
And If a nigga say he made me, then he must got me confused
Only baggin niggas that'll spend it cuz they want to
Cuz selling pretty pussy for Chanel is what I won't do
And I don't kiss and tell, don't give a f*ck if sex sells
Can't get between these sheets unless your dick on XL
He like 'em crazy, like 'em rude
He said I'm boujee but he like my attitude
Got a girl, but I'm his favorite point of view
Told the bitch I'm what he tries to see in you
But baby girl you got it don't nobody want your boo
If he out here sneaking, then you gotta get a clue
F*ck his lil money baby you can make it too
Got All that weight behind you, baby let me see you move
I don't f*ck with rappers, I ain't trynna be your muse
Call they self a artist, trynna see me in the nude
Try to double tap me, try to pull up to the Stu
Say they only fans, well then you gotta pay per view
Aw shit
I been hustling way before I wrote these versus
Keep it 100 Money never made me nervous
Had niggas stealing dubs, right out they momma purses
Just so I could right they love letters out in cursive
Write it to Aliyah, Rasheeda, and Nakeeta
Make 'em feel like a young boy really need her
Only in the third grade but a bitch was getting paid
Trapping off the Razor trac phone prepaid
F*ck selling lemonade, ain't nobody moving weight
Been counting rubber bands, been had my momma straight
Ain't nobody give it to me, ain't nobody hold the gate
You ain't gotta understand, only bosses can relate
He like 'em crazy, like 'em rude
He said I'm boujee but he like my attitude
Got a girl, but I'm his favorite point of view
Told the bitch I'm what he tries to see in you
But baby girl you got it don't nobody want your boo
If he out here sneaking, then you gotta get a clue
F*ck his lil money baby you can make it too
Got All that weight behind you, baby let me see you move
Let me see you move, let me see you move
Got All that weight behind you, baby let me see you move
Let me se you move, let me see you move
Got All that weight behind you, baby let me see you move
Gotta get my hair did
Gotta get my nails did
Eyelashes
And waxes
New makeup
Waist trainer
A nigga need to paper
To maintain her