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[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Intro: Future]
I get big high
This a big guy, yeah
Yeah, Firk, got you
Woo, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
We don’t never stop at red lights at night, nigga (Nah)
We don’t never stop at red lights at night, nigga (No)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga (Private jet)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga
I’m drinking a fifth a day, and I’m rocking my ice, nigga
You see my plain Patek, cost Jerry Rice, nigga
I spent over 80k, just last night, nigga
Death can’t get in my way
Don’t believe the hype, nigga
Now myself impeccable, and I’m so precise, nigga
It can be in the day time, we don’t stop at the light, nigga
When I woke up at noon, I had went past the moon (Pluto)
Got a seven car garage (seven car garage), I done ran out of room
Everything over a quarter, Audemar on my daughter (Audemar)
She rocking her third Rolley, I can’t help but spoil her (she is spoiled)
I was born a drug task, when my mom gave birth (when my mom gave birth)
I used to show up in class, on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s (on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s)
Go check my profile, I beat the verdict (I beat the verdict)
I was kicking it in overdrive, for Seth Firkins (yeah, yuh)
My diamonds certified, my trigger working (yeah, yuh)
Got it out the mud, baby, that’s why my cups dirty
Yeah, yuh

[Chorus: Future]
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes’, ain’t a thing changed (ain’t a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank (yeah)
It’s like a funeral when they see me, ’cause these hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank (yeah)
Ain’t got one more tear to shed on me, all my son’s straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I’m a die with this cake (Freebandz)

[Verse 2: Future]
I take the plastic off the seal a trillion miles away (yeah)
I know every nigga with my gone kill, so I stay out the way (gang)
I ain’t gotta walk around with my steel ’cause the streets made me
I still keep a chopper at arm’s reach, ’cause I stay faded (yeah)
Them percocets got my homie arm itching, I’ma still take ’em (oh yeah)
I can finesse him without pulling out my gun, how he gone still hate me?
I’m a nine figure nigga, we ain’t never worried about murder cases (murder)
My slime nigga, buy ’em a Bugatti on your birthday (SLATT)
Every time we plead, we plead not guilty in the first place (On God)
I look my demon in the face, I’m booted up the worst way
She want my semen, so she can run with it and take it to the bank (yeah)
I can’t grieve, ’cause ain’t none of my grandma bills late (on [gang? game?])
I bought my mom a mansion and it came with a lake
I’m so real, my day one got every code to my safe (Oh yeah)
I told my ex hoes, “can’t nobody take my place” (no)
I know I’m a rockstar and that’s on everything

[Chorus: Future]
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes’, ain’t a thing changed (ain’t a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank (yeah)
It’s like a funeral when they see me, ’cause these hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank (yeah)
Ain’t got one more tear to shed on me, all my son’s straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I’m a die with this cake (Freebandz)

[Intro]
Gorgeous

[Verse 1]
You should take it as a compliment
That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk
You should think about the consequence
Of your magnetic field being a little too strong
And I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us
He’s in the club doing I don’t know what
You’re so cool it makes me hate you so much

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Whiskey on ice, sunset and vine
You’ve ruined my life by not being mine

[Chorus]
You’re so gorgeous
I can’t say anything to your face
‘Cause look at your face
And I’m so furious
At you for making me feel this way
But what can I say?
You’re gorgeous

[Verse 2]
You should take it as a compliment
That I’m talking to everyone here but you
And you should think about the consequence
Of you touching my hand in the darkened room
If you’ve got a girlfriend, I’m jealous of her
But if you’re single that’s honestly worse
‘Cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts
(Honey, it hurts)

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Ocean blue eyes looking in mine
I feel like I might sink and drown and die

[Chorus]
You’re so gorgeous
I can’t say anything to your face
‘Cause look at your face
And I’m so furious
At you for making me feel this way
But what can I say?
You’re gorgeous

[Bridge]
You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah
There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad
You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah
There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
Guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats
Alone, unless you wanna come along, oh!

[Chorus]
You’re so gorgeous
I can’t say anything to your face
‘Cause look at your face
And I’m so furious
At you for making me feel this way
But what can I say?
You’re gorgeous

[Outro]
You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah
There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad
You’re gorgeous
You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah
There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad
You’re gorgeous

[Intro]
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

[Verse 1]
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I need, good drank, big strong
Durk ‘dem call me big papi, I get big cocky
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
They know, I’m a millionaire from freestyling
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I’m a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that’s a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy
I was hustlin’ in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn’t sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain’t my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I’m taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I’m living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

[Intro]
BL$$D
Yeah, yeah
Future, baby, Thugger Thugger
Ayo Chef
Pockets
Everything I got came from a lick
Ice on all my watches, on a ship
Underneath the turf’s the worst it’s gon’ get (it’s gon’ get)
Whipped up water on my wrist, think I’m a fish

[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)
Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)
She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)
If I ain’t have this sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)

[Verse]
The coupe is outside and I’m styled in the best
I see you killin’ these niggas ’cause you’re doin’ it the best
Solitaries ain’t nothing to me
Coughin’ these like I got lukemi’
Forreal, la familia, I go gorilla, I’m part of the Bape team
Fuck you thought? Supreme on the quilt, hang low, it’s a drag queen
I’m in a bronze Benz, I think it’s the wagon
Ever since mom’s titty, bitch I was flaggin’
She got some water on, she my Cancun ting (she my Cancun ting)
I got some black diamonds, my wrist is on Beijing (my wrist is on Beijing)
I’m tellin’ all of my hoes give their orders to the maid (hold on, turn up)
I got 20 bitches with me and they ain’t showin’ shade
I got 20 closets, I could dress accordin’ to the wave
I’m with 20 models but I dress accordin’ to the babe
I’m goin’ all in by my bro and my paper
Ain’t got no f*ckin’ neighbors, ain’t got no neighbors
Yeah
No neighbors, oh

[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)
Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)
She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)
If I ain’t have this sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)