Everything Ours

[Chorus: Future]

That money bring you power

Good bales and all that powder

We chokin’ off that sour

And all this money ours

That money bring you power

Them bales and that powder

We chokin' on that sour

And all these bitches ours

[Verse 1: Future]

I’m leanin’ like I’m on a fifth of Henny

I been turnt like this right here from the beginning

I’m in the space, cause you know sky’s not my limit

I keep some racks on me like I be playin’ tennis

My girl she wakin’ up and she ain’t shop at Lennox

She fly and now we at Bell Harbor and we spendin’

I’m in that Lamborghini, no it’s not no rented

You see this ice on me and all my windows tinted

She want that Rover, I’ma go and put her in it

I'm like Dozier, I’ma gone and jump on in it

She on that Molly Cyrus ain't nobody business

She told her friends and braggin’ on the way I'm hittin' it

[Chorus: Future]