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Future
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Tyree Pittman
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Young Chop on the beat)
Trill, yeah
That's how it is
Pluto
How many stains you hit? Oh no
How many stains?
Private plane, converted up with a private plane
Cookin' it up with baking soda, how many chains?
You ain't thinkin' how I'm thinkin', I'm goin' to the bank
I come in the tank
I come with the drank
I come with the drapes
I crush up the face
Patek Philippe, I'm too unique
Gotta stop all the leaks
Gettin' caught with the freaks
I pour up codeine, I can't go to sleep
Criminal mind, thanks to the gang, gang
Louboutins, ten in a row
Louis Vuittons, mink on the flows
My migo the coldest, he got me the frozest
I ordered it loaded, soon as it touched down, I sold it
The money is stacked up off the ground, you can never fold it
I done got racked up, I done stacked up me a fortune
Colossal, enormous
Have you seen my performance?
You makin' it drizzle, I got it thunder and stormin'
Cash on deliver, hope you're not recordin'
(Cash on deliver, hope you're not recordin')
How many stains you hit? Oh no
How many stains?
Private plane, converted up with a private plane
Cookin' it up with baking soda, how many chains?
You ain't thinkin' how I'm thinkin', I'm goin' to the bank
I come in the tank
I come with the drank
I come with the drapes
I crush up the face
Patek Philippe, I'm too unique
Gotta stop all the leaks
Gettin' caught with the freaks
I got you comfortable
'Cause she say she love me
I got some commas, it can't be discussed
I weigh a ton in these streets, ain't no discussion
I started out with a couple watches, I got 'em busted
I got a flooded Richard Mille, it ain't no custom
She came in blushin', she came from Russia
The digital scale, my kind is rare
I had to prevail, I made it through hell
See the wheel on the right when you live overseas
Like it came overnight, how I make it look easy
Ain't a regular ****, I accept that
Got ahead of you **** and I never took a step back
How many stains you hit? Oh no
How many stains?
Private plane, converted up with a private plane
Cookin' it up with baking soda, how many chains?
You ain't thinkin' how I'm thinkin', I'm goin' to the bank
I come in the tank
I come with the drank
I come with the drapes
I crush up the face
Patek Philippe, I'm too unique
Gotta stop all the leaks
Gettin' caught with the freaks
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Tyree Pittman