[Intro: Future]
Pluto
Berner
Flexing on that b*tch, hold up
[?] that cookie [?]
Look at all of this money
Look at all of these twenties
FOREVEROLLIN
[Verse 1: Berner & Future]
Three or four awards
Thirty-four stores
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes
In a black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors
Lift a hotel mama, white ashes on the floor
Got a Plane Jane Rollie, I don't need a whole kid
Another billion of weed, I don’t need a whole brick
Blue building in Toronto, I'ma flood the whole six
Pull a brown bag and gon' blow that whole sh*t
Like [?] movin’ cash [?]
Yeah, that's six million dollars organized, all large
N' tell that b*tch to slow down 'cause she fu*kin' with my high
Left the show with five b*tches, need a couple at a time
I make palys in Miami, I ain't never [that prime?]
But I shut down eleven, left the cup around nine
Sent your b*tch on a mission, made her sign for the box
Dropped the big face at Melrose, there's lines around the block
Looks like a Jordan drop, used to use a Jordan box
'Til I outgrew the safe and put in into Florida rock
’Til I buy my whole street and started digging tunnels up
Back in 2013 I only touched a hundred plus
Back in 2015 I only had a hundred tucked
Just buy another truck if you good to run it up
I bet my enemies are sick pour another double cup
While you’re sleeping on the couch I'll run another hundred up (Yeah)
[Chorus: Future]
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up and iced like I’m serving fentanyl, ni**a
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, ni**a
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up in the ice like I'm serving fentanyl, ni**a
I sold up a lil' truck load got a whole hood on [?]
I recruited more shooters just to go know down your shooter, yeah
[Verse 2: Future]
Rich ni**a with a blicky and I shoot it myself
Sip, sip, sippin’ I get higher than spaceships
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch swimmin' in like Mike Phelps (Mike)
Average, no that ain't who I am (Pluto)
Bulletproof truck like Obama
I got a stick on me, Osama
Cuttin' chickens, Benihana
Put a Richard Mille on my mama
Feed the streets [?]
Cop a Coupe and it's white as Madonna
Straight out the trenches I'm growin' my numbers
Drankin' Texas better check the persona
She gon' eat it up for a sponsor
Turnin' up drip [?] get a goin'
Turnin' up drip [?] got a flowin'
I put some eighty pointers on your arm
I put them Jerry Rice down his (?)
Ho gon' fu*k a rich ni**a for nothin'
I don't pop out without my gun
I'm in Atlanta smokin' California
(?) pop one time for it
That's your b*tch, that's my who*e
I'm on some rich sh*t that's for sure
One chain cost a hundred or more
Take the game it was with me on tour
Take a Glock with me to the awards
fu*k the world like a prostitute
Real street ni**a I salute
[Chorus: Future]
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, ni**a
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, ni**a
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, ni**a
[?] got a whole hood on [?]
I recruited more shooters just to go knock down your shooter
[Verse 3: Future]
Brown paper bag, that ain't all a ni**a had
Bought my main b*tch a car 'cause my other main b*tch made me bad
And them demons, they tweakin' they ready to attack
Hit your top for a box, I could fu*k up a check
Brown paper bag, that ain't all a ni**a had
Bought my main b*tch a car 'cause my other main b*tch made me bad
And them demons, they tweakin' they ready to attack
Hit your top for a box, I could fu*k up a check
[Outro: Future]
I be in the trenches with dope
I just put APs on my ho
Rather go to hell than before I tell on [?]
Lie to the judge [?]