[Intro]
They can't do nothin' about it
Yea
They can't do nothin' about it
[Hook: Future]
I write my check up, they can't do nothin' about it
We in them foreign coupe, they can't do nothin' about it
We got them bad b**hes, they can't do nothin' about it
They can't do nothin' about it (x5)
I got my plug yes yes, they can't do nothin' about it
A hustler in the flesh, they can't do nothin' about it
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
I gave a hunnit last night and I forgot all about it
Woke up the next morning like I threw all the profit
Finesse Dre out five bricks and he ain't do nothin' about it
I like to dress my dope up, to these bricks I'm a star
I keep my diamonds on shine cus these f** n***as watchin'
Tap down in the town, Bentley coupe I'm drivin'
Dope price is up and down and you can't do nothin'' about it
Car shots like John Gotti, I get sh** poppin'
Every move a n***a make I know my young n***as watchin'
20 cars hit yo block and you can't do nothing about it
I'm a international dope boy pluggin' with the folks boy
Always flexin' and you can't do nothin'' about it, f** boy
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: Future]
They straight up cut those surviving
They straight finessin' connivin'
That Lamborghini your ridin'
I catch yo b**h and I'm divin'
She in a bush and she hidin'
I f**ed that b**h in the closet
And we ain't tellin' nobody
We put that sh** on a spiral
Can't wave the magic on my list so we can f** off some bands
She fell in love with that molly, whippin' up in a Cayenne
Most of my whips are exotic, I'm a free man travel band
You heard that b**h, I heard that b**h
n***as on cus all my shine
Yea, I'm a international superstar and I get low like a movie star
Then I know plugs like Escobar
Poppin' through all that work
Hope that you won't get merked
Been a astronaut since my birth
My chain hang on my shirt
My money always on first
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
I shed the streets down, and you can't do nothing about it
Tryna f** the brick around and still make me some profit
I'm the last plug left, I'm the only option
Too much jail money, lot of dirty dollars
Young Scooter, I write my check up
Bad b**h with me, all she do is roll up
It's that drug music, make you do the count up
Let me go, they can't say sh** bout us
[Hook: Future]