P. Reign - Welcome To The Future lyrics

Ft. French Montana (Intro: Bob Marley interview taken by BBC) You 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 (Intro: French Montana) You a dead n***a, Montana, P. Reign, Drizzy, wa**up, n***a? Chug, Auti, OVO, n***a, coke boy, haaaa, aye aye aye aye (Verse: P Reign) Put the money ova b**hes, hoe Think I'm playn, I'mma let em know We treat yo chicks like fish, n***a Catch em and then we let em go Get em beep and naked hit I'mma murder sh**, 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 p**y 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 n***as talkin' beef Homie, don't make a burger out em This the south side, n***a I'm a south side n***a Turn yo f**in' insides to your outsides, n***a s** my j**els, 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 n***a run up on me And that will be his very last day job (Hook) (You a dead n***a) If you threaten me f** 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) (Verse 2: Montana) Montana! Coke boys ova y'all, on the same sum Gettin' head in the rae, shawty brainstarter I was the last on the corner, like 8-ball Bumpin' 3-6, MJG 8 bar AK my dudes, I be strapped down and I move n***as fight, man, that's you Hunid fifty grand that coupe I got hunid grands in hunids I got fifty grand in twenties Hit that stripclub we startin' Then we f** any b**h we wanted Put a dub line this week Need five hunid lines this week And that money talk hoe And whpe my speakers blow Me and Drizzy talk hoes, I let them k**as go No love on thugs, see ya at the crossroads (Hook x2) You a dead n***a If you threaten me f** 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)