[Future & dj khaled]

Fuck!

Fuckin lawsuits nigga

We the best music!

Murder rate, murder rap

Pluto

Drenched chest franklins gotti

Dj khaled!

[Future]

Fucked the da on my way here

I made some millions on my way here nigga

I seen your comment on my way here

I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga

Balenciaga with the brain bust open

That new mulsanne got the brain bust open

Play them racks like jimi hendrix on the guitar

Load my gun cock it back then I push start

I can't name how many times they tried to clone me

This dirty money help me see the double

Sidity thots, know they ain't forever

My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs

Spend three hundred thousand or better all the cars

The maybach park itself, nigga

That range rover came with steps, nigga

Electric tables in the back I'm eating filet mignon

He been 44'n all year I put that rollie on

Trapping good all year put the rollie on

They parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum

Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he dumb

The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga

Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah

The goyard looking like a graveyard

Murder money, I'm in love with murder money

Old friends of me turned into my enemy

My money and fame changes niggas into enemies

All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy

Want to send a hit but too far in the industry

I feel your energy I know you niggas envy me

They rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary

I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky

I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity

With these billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive

Gettin' that a-rod money like I hit the needle

Keep a spanish mamacita like a fanta liter

And I gave 'em all dope and they pissed off

Got my lil haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya

I got my memphis ten niggas waiting to jack ya

I got some dc niggas waiting to kidnap ya

I got the clappers, finessers, and the trappers

Before the rap, you gotta go dap em

Don't forget to look a nigga when they after ya.

[Yo gotti]

I told future I can see the future

Told my bitch I love you 'fore I knew you

I know I'm blessed nigga hallelujah

I'm grateful and if you diss me then I might shoot ya

Brrr you don't fuck with me the feeling mutual

Fuck you, half these rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em

I was selling keys to success

I was coppin' keys outta texas

New wraith with the stars in it

New porsche, condo, living room cars in it

Ace of spades with the percocet and bars in it

Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it

They talk 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin'

Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience

Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients

And the fed's allegations have you pacin'

Million dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful

You tryna get that 100 mil I'ma race you

Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga

Billboard reporter la reid just signed a trap nigga

New york times read jay z just signed a trap nigga

Kitchen like it's thursday, you heard? might bring it back nigga

You fuckin' the money up if I'm being honest

Gotta be grateful I never break the promise

I know my plug love me, I know my bitch hate me

I heard my hood salty

I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault

It's just my blessings called me

But since they hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'

And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin'

If she ain't fuck the first night then she just miss her callin'

Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker face I'm all in

Patek philippe it ap, 40 mil I'm all in

Plug hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em callin'

I work so hard for mine I'm tryna get some free bands

I'm the king of the city my house graceland

No respect for rappers they respect the coke man

That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man nigga.