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[Intro: Young Thug]

Everything right

Everything right

Everything right

Now everything right

Fuck all these niggas

Everything right, we rockin' Givenchy

I only drink Actavis, I'm on a diet

I'ma chase it like Usain

All this money bring a nigga new pain

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]

I got at least 200 hoes

Fresh to death, and I leave my car and then I doze

Up and down the E-way, risk it all 'bout this dough

And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a mole

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin'

My niggas bangin' burgundy like the Redskins

I got all type of tattoos on my fuckin' shin

I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints

I been blowed a mil' on jewelry, but it's past tense

Supercharge it, make it sound like it's raggly

I'm ridin' with the cutter, I'm Blood like my brothers and MAC-10

Diamonds on me talkin', they harassin'

No shoulda, could, and would, I got these racks in

Came a long way from a shed

Now we spend millions on cribs

You get somethin' too, don't trip

My eyes 'bout low as a brim

I smoke the tree limb, tree limb

No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future & Young Thug]

I'm tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini, standin' on two wheels

I got the racks on me now, could buy me a cruise ship

I just got an iPhone 8 and I already stored it with 200 hoes

You smell the money on me, come from off my clothes

Majority of the 'fits I wear, you'll never find in stores

You might as well go'n, on, on home

Money long, long, long, long

All the way up to Mercury

Any time I come out, gotta at least step out with a three piece

I've been in my bag lately

Take three drugs at once, lately

Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi

I came out the slums, I

Got Hermes in a headlock

If she ain't up to par, she 'bout to get dead docked

Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious

I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, 'cause I'm righteous

Got a few Vice Lords for some friends, some of 'em Disciples

And can't nothin' come in between niggas like us (Yeah yeah), hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]

I got at least 200 hoes

Fresh to death, and I leave my car and then I doze

Up and down the E-way, risk it all 'bout this dough

And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a mole