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] 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 2: Young Scooter] I got money, I got power, I was born with respect I know how them bales look, with your dope I gotta check Threw a 60 on my wrist, 120 round my neck Just to flex last Sunday, 50 thousand on a 'Vette 30 thousand dollar Rolly, got it draped up in baguettes 20 thousand dollar flights, Freebandz ridin’ jets A lot of rappers get extorted, gotta pay for they respect We record on gold mics ‘cause we don’t make nothin’ but hits And I got your bitch with me, she the driver on the licks Six bricks, zone six niggas ‘bout them Franklins I’m a certified plug nigga, I always got it in I supply all the drugs, tell me what you tryna spend [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