[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 n***as ain’t seeing me
These n***as think they wanna be me, but they know that they can’t
I got worldwide streets status
Affiliated with the gangstas and k**ers
Yeah, now my n***as, I ride for my n***as
And I’m down for my n***as
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich friday
[Verse 1: Future]
What what, shout out to all my n***as k**in it
Yeah, yeah, shout out to these b**hes feelin it
Flyest n***a on the earth I live in the shook
Type of n***a often go get you some giuseppe
These young n***as that ride with me they scream murder
The feds stash that n***a 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 n***a twistin that Dodie
Sa pa my zoes, riding around with them Yoppas
n***aa claiming they got shooters but they shooters ain’t got bodies
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, shout out to dem b**hes, trying to be me
Yea yea yea, b**h I’m poppin’ bottles, Dream of Genie
Flyest b**h on the planet, live in a castle
n***as love me, my little waist, my a** colossal
These old b**hes, I f** with get money
Dat Atlanta, dat Texas, dat Alabama – Montgomery
He ain’t f**in’ no dummy,b**hes be f**in’ to get dat money
They pack, packin’ dat gunny,n***a you talk sh** 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,b**hes be broke claimin’, they ho’n
This jacket here cost ten 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 b**h 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 k**ers, that’s my band, we all rock and roll
Drum roll for these n***as please
We shopping for bodies, k**ing sprees
We be in the club spending rent
We be buying cars that these n***as 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 sh**
[?] 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 k**er, I am with a k**er
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
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