[Intro: Future]
Like ooh yeah
I was on my shit like ooh yeah
I was in my bag like ooh yeah
Fuckin' up a check like ooh yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Future]
Pelle on yeah
Feel like Hov, yeah
In [?] yeah
She was just posin'
Baggin' up bows yeah
She be like "Oh yeah" (She be like "Oh yeah")
She be like "Oh yeah" (She be like "Oh yeah")
She be like "Oh yeah" (Ooh yeah)
She be like "Oh yeah"
Trappin' out the store yeah
Sellin' gold yeah
Got them 'bows yeah
[Verse 1: Offset]
Got a big load, yeah (Long)
Still sippin' on fours yeah (Mud)
Two tone Rolls clear (Two tone)
Lamborghini skrr skrr, engine in the rear (Skrr, skrr)
Back on your hoe, oh yeah (Back, yeah)
I got it [?] no hip (Oh yeah)
I drop a four in the whip (Four)
She gave me face like a selfie (Ahh)
Remember them niggas that left me
So fuck it throw up the Presi' (Presi')
The Rari is stupid, dyslexic (Skrr)
I hit her then fucked on her bestie (Bestie)
Woke up in the morning with a jet (Jet)
Pullin' in Miami on a jetski (Oh yeah)
Put it on her first time she met me (Oh yeah)
She ride that dick like a baddy (Oh yeah)
Got them niggas with the pole yeah (Brrrt)
We makin' movies, episodes yeah (Movie)
Feel like I'm on top of the globe yeah (Globe)
Maison Margiela, 'bout four pairs (Yeah)
Pull out the stick, nigga, go there (Brrrt)
Came from the kitchen from whippin' the chicken (Woo)
I told a white bitch put her nose there
Hey
[Chorus: Future]
Pelle on yeah
Feel like Hov, yeah
In [?] yeah
She was just posin'
Baggin' up bows yeah
She be like "Oh yeah" (She be like "Oh yeah")
She be like "Oh yeah" (She be like "Oh yeah")
She be like "Oh yeah" (Ooh yeah)
She be like "Oh yeah"
Trappin' out the store yeah
Sellin' gold yeah
Got them 'bows yeah
[Verse 2: Future]
Big on big yeah (Big)
Hittin' these licks yeah
Got your bitch, yeah
Ready to trick, yeah
I'm In my bag yeah (my bag)
I'm havin' too much of this
She fell in love with the jewels
I put her on my young [?]
Take these pills, shit gon' lift me up, yeah
This money is turning her on
This money is makin' her cum
High [?] bitch too bad, redbone yeah
Imported, new Porsche
White like Airforce, yeah
Cartier drip [?] call them Buffy
Rollie Plain Jane [?] wrist tsunami
Actavis, yeah, I go and lean on the Actavis, yeah
Who trafficking, yeah?
Niggas get murdered for capital, yeah (Gang)
[Chorus: Future]
Pelle on yeah
Feel like Hov, yeah
In [?] yeah
She was just posin'
Baggin' up bows yeah
She be like "Oh yeah" (She be like "Oh yeah")
She be like "Oh yeah" (She be like "Oh yeah")
She be like "Oh yeah" (Ooh yeah)
She be like "Oh yeah"
Trappin' out the store yeah
Sellin' gold yeah
Got them 'bows yeah
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