[Hook: Future] Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new ‘Rarri Livin’ like John Gotti Choppin’ bricks like karate Drink a bunch of Codeine Servin’ to the dope fiends Blowin’ money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
[Verse 1: Future] Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck Got a young bitch pullin’ up in a vet Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whip a Maserati, pullin’ up a donk 50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge Pop a Ace of Spades bottle, sip a lot of syrup Keep a young nigga workin’ gotta buss a cape I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Hustle like I’m Makaveli Dollar signs tatted on my back and belly Gotta grind, borderline nigga rich Type of money, look at what this nigga did Type of paper look at what this nigga got All these cars gonna make another nigga high Looking for love but do you really want a thug I’m talking white ’cause I really got a plug
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[Verse 3: Birdman] Supermodels popping bottles living on them hills Bad bitches out here popping pills Get it how the fuck we live New whip nigga drop another fucking mill Stunting while we serve and New bricks, new chips, another bird, man Stayed loyal and we kept it real Back against the wall, on a killing feel
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[Verse 4: French Montana] Riding in that ghost, hammer on my lap Made enough money bring Hammer back Karate Chop that Miley Cyrus Nigga don’t… dressed, stylist Broke brick dope fiends Wrapped up daddy gonna get gasoline Been doing shit you ain’t never seen Michael Jackson strapped up, Billy Jean
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[Outro: Birdman] Rich Gang gangstas My Famillia My nigga Future All day everyday Popping that GT living that life Yeah Higher than we ever been boy One hundred