Album: Dear America (2014)Welcome To The FutureYou never saw the gunmen?
At that time, no
But you know who did it?
Yes Where they caught?
Well, but I don't call the police
It's just one of them things
[French Montana:]
You a dead nigga
Montana, P. Reign, Drizzy, wassup, nigga?
Chug, Auti, OVO, nigga, coke boy, haaaa, aye aye aye aye
[P. Reign:]
Put the money ova bitches, ho
Think I'm playn, I'mma let em know
We treat yo chicks like fish
Nigga Catch em and then we let em go
Get em beep and naked hit
I'mma murder shit, piss the flow
Told the Remi King don't kiss the ring
They be lick the throne
Yeah, now momma, show me how you kiss it
I'm in love with the pussy
But I'll murder that kitten
If ya still wipe the hose
I won't be caught there kissin'
She gon' swallow every bit
Got her mouth babysittin'
And my young'n same chair
Just let me worry bout em
Left em niggas talkin' beef
Homie, don't make a burger out em
This the south side, nigga
I'm a south side nigga
Turn yo fuckin' insides to your outsides, nigga
Suck my jewels, go ahead, my dudes all bad
But your goons won't bust
Y'all the blue balls gang I chase money, not pride
But dare a nigga run up on me
And that will be his very last day job
(You a dead nigga)
If you threaten me
Fuck a gun charge, we take the felony
And welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
I be whippin' up, I got that recipe
You smell like money, baby, is cuz she's huggin' me
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
[French Montana:]
Montana! Coke boys ova y'all, on the same sum
Gettin' head in the range, shawty brainstarter
I was the last on the corner, like 8-ball
Bumpin' 3-6, MJG 8 ball
Then paid my dues
I be strapped down, I move
Niggas fight, man, I shoot
Hunid fifty grand that coupe
I got hunid grands in hunids
I got fifty grand in twenties
Hit that stripclub we stuntin'
Then we fuck any bitch we wanted
Bought a dub line this week
Made five hunid lines this week
If that money talk ho
Then watch my speakers blow
Me and Drizzy talk hoes, I let them killas go
No love on thugs, see ya at the crossroads
You a dead nigga
If you threaten me Fuck a gun charge, we take the felony
And welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
I be whippin' up
I got that recipe
You smell like money, baby, is cuz she's huggin' me
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
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