[Intro: Future]
Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (ATL Jacob)
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto)
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis)
[Chorus: Future]
First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Ooh)
First off, we had to blast off like a rocket
I put the Patek water on, but I got options (Yeah)
PJ takin’ off and I ain't stoppin', no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fishscale, nigga, I can’t fuck with no laws
Linda Farrow's what's on my lens, I see fugazi
I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me
[Verse 1: Future]
Started off surfin' on a codeine wave
I don't exchange info with these niggas
They some opps, you can kill 'em, they ain't with us
Ordered a pound of gas to smoke, I need a fill-up
Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla
Got Lil Freaky with me, know you gon' get hit up
Steppin’ over dead bodies in Margielas (Oh yeah)
I touched a hundred M’s and I've been gettin’ better (Ooh)
In a red Bugatti, gave it right to valet
Shoot his head off right, it get you new Chanaynay
Shootin' dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae
We had to work the one on 'em, it was a good payday
He was a teenager, they put him on the news where I'm from
He let off forty shots, he can’t get no bond
Closed on when he shoppin', when he kill him, he young
They ever get caught snitchin', they gon' cut off your tongue
I can't wait 'til they set the rat up, yeah
I was catchin' juugs, now a nigga a millionaire
I get the rap check and I avoid the paps
I get NBA money and ain't been in the drafts
[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Yeah, I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it
[Chorus: Future & Travis Scott]
First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it
First off, we had to blast off like a rocket
I put the Patek water on, but I got options
PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws
Linda Farrow's what's on my lens, I see fugazi (Yeah)
I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
At the, don't, add up
Ridin' for it, for my life, my life [?] never
Life I got to, get the better, yeah
From the beginnin', yeah, to the finish
James Harden with it like I'm James Ennis
Had that four, four-four [?] got the cane ceilings
How you whip the four if you ain't hand in it?
Oh, and they pay me
Sleep tight, take it like [?]
Yeah, nigga takin' off, I'm not McGrady
Yeah, number one my city like McGrady
Yeah, have it for my dogs in the [?]
With my shooters like Lil' Tracy
Yeah, if I ever like the
Yeah, my Ms
[?]
[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it
[Chorus: Future]
First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it
First off, we had to blast off like a rocket
I put the Patek water on, but I got options
PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws
Linda Farrow's what's on my lens, I see fugazi
I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me
[Outro: Future]
Back on the Forbes, shit crazy
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it
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