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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Swerve on your passenger, I roll with scavengers I got them diamonds like Africa, I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker I got them diamonds like Africa, I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker I-I got them diamonds like Africa, I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker I'm gone off Ferrari, and I'm huggin' that carbon, I never say sorry Put some dope in the cup, go and order the truck 'cause the Bentley is comin' The end of my sleeve is on plain Jane, sippin' Codeine on the plane, man Most of my niggas, they gang bang, switchin' Moschino, my name brand Switchin' Moschino, my name brand, kilo for kilo, Young Future Pacino These bitches, they treat me like Michael and Tito, go ask your dame, I'm her man, I'm her amigo When that dope ain't got cut on it, call that Gambino, I know the lingo and I know the real I know a peon got more chains than Deion, I'm the one who put all them birds in the Neon I made your lil' brother hang out a window, I had 'em shoot up the block like a chulo I wake up everyday like I take photos, I pull up in that new foreign, it's four-door I had that mouth in the house on the low-low, I got a stallion, pulled up like it's polo I got that mojo, that mojo, I'm mojo, you bozo, you bozo, you nigga that no, no None of this money ain't matter, all of my niggas they matter I told you I got all the problems that come with this money, so fuck it I fuck all the nonsense, I sip on that drink and it's muddy I'm cruisin' the street with a .30, it's the good, the bad, and ugly I swerve on your passenger, I roll with scavengers I got them diamonds like Africa, I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker I got them diamonds like Africa, I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker I-I got them diamonds like Africa, I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker My styrofoam muddy, my styrofoam muddy, my styrofoam muddy Your bitch? That's my buddy, your bitch? That's my buddy, your bitch? She's some cutty I'ma hustle for mine, I'ma get out and grind 'cause I know I deserve it And I know how to work it, and I know I ain't perfect And I know I ain't perfect buy whatever I purchase And I'm ready to turn up on ya, hell, fuck it, nah, I ain't nervous I don't be studyin' these lame, lames, I'm just gon' fuck on they main dame Money is what I'm gonna obtain, bitch, you can fuck on my main man If you on that loud I can smell it, it's octane, I hit the block when them blocks came I chopped the rock like I'm Bigg and Dame, jigga my nigga, I'm switchin' lanes Back of the Maybach, my windows and curtains up Got the bands and I ran it up way up And these niggas, they nothing but some traitors Fuck these niggas, they never could play us None of this money ain't matter, all of my niggas they matter I told you I got all the problems that come with this money, so fuck it I fuck all the nonsense, I sip on that drink and it's muddy I'm cruisin' the street with a .30, it's the good, the bad, and ugly I swerve on your passenger, I roll with scavengers I got them diamonds like Africa, I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker I got them diamonds like Africa, I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker I-I got them diamonds like Africa, I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Howard Luellen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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