[Hook: Future] Walking downtown with a fat booty freak You get a ring, so they don't visit your door 20 G's on me Designer from my head to the floor These niggas ain't seeing me These niggas think they wanna be me, but they know that they can't I got worldwide streets status Affiliated with the gangstas and killers Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas And I'm down for my niggas Yeah, yeah, yeah Rich friday
[Verse 1: Future] What what, shout out to all my niggas killin it Yeah, yeah, shout out to these bitches feelin it Flyest nigga on the earth I live in the shook Type of nigga often go get you some giuseppe These young niggas that ride with me they scream murder The feds stash that nigga up and he out, dog, he working That yola all in my bloodline, still give me that money They come through and bang, bang on you like the screen 300 Codeine all in my stomach, big face, that Rolie Eating on that good jamaican with a nigga twistin that Dodie Sa pa my zoes, riding around with them Yoppas Niggaa claiming they got shooters but they shooters ain’t got bodies
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[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Whoa whoa whoa shout out to dem bitches tryna be me Yea yea yea, bitch I'm poppin bottles, dream of genie Flyest bitch on the planet, live in a castle Niggas love me, my little waist, my ass colossal These old bitches I fuck with get money Dat Atlanta, dat Texas, dat Alabama - Montgomery He ain't fuckin' no dummy Bitches be fuckin' to get dat money They pack, packin' dat gunny Nigga you talk shit and get done-y I tiger dial that rollie Got that Angelina, that Jolie I'm plain jane'n, no ice in it, so ain't no need for dat goalie My jet prolly say Boeing Bitches be broke claimin they ho'n This jacket here cost 10 thousand That tag on it say Balmain
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[Verse 3: Juelz Santana] 40 grand for the sky dweller 4 grand on the Margiela's 44, I'm a pawn fella Bad bitch 40 times Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, smoke My baby kissed my baby's daddy, gotta go Semi-automatic, ready for the show Clique full of killers, that's my band, we all rock and roll Drum roll for these niggas please We shopping for bodies, killing sprees We be in the club spending rent We be buying cars that these niggas rent Couldn't see me if I had no tint Superman that ho Clark Kent You choke, don't do [?], I'm always on some new shit [?] tracking my movi
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[Verse 4: French Montana] It's friday, it's friday 2 million dollars in the driveway I need more money ASAP Rocky Streetsweeper, get the floor moppin' I done started with a bank roll Whipping salt harder than tank door Smoking killer, I am with a killer Pull up to the dealer looking like a dealer In the droptop strapped, worth [?] Now he off the wall, million coffee pack I've seen dreams turned to 25 to life Mike had 25 a night And them shoes Alejandro Shawtie bust it open for a hundo