Future
Future - Fuck Up Some Commas songtekst
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[Verse 1: Future] Smoke the first forty-eight hours Grind twenty-two and sleep two hours Put twenty-fours on the new Audi White-on-white like baby powder Drop your bitch off at Fulton County Might count it up and then recount it Double-cup like Tunechi, bust it down with these goonies Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah Go fill my cup, yeah, bitch, go fill my cup, yeah You heard that the slums made me, I'm cool with the convicts The coupe look like Akon, fuck all that bum shit [Hook: Future] Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas, yeah Forty thou' to a hun'ed thou' A hun'ed thou', another hun'ed thou' Three hun'ed thou, five hun'ed thou A million, let's have a money shower [Verse 2: Rick Ross] She so high, her nose bleedin', my coke clean like chlorine Got a white girl and she barefoot in my old-school, my floors clean Maybach that's two-tone, phone tapped, got a few phones Headphones on my futon, gangsta on my Groupon I don't bop, but do the money dance, nah, I call it that Robert Kraft Your whole clique look dead broke My young bitch said, "Roger that" All my dogs got fox furs, teacher said I was a big dummy Bitch better come suck my dick These diamonds on me cost big money Waitin' you to come just my fence I paid the bitch off of brick money Dade County my body count, I whack a nigga on Easter Sunday Smoke a blunt and might eat some pussy Tell the truth, my mind gone Peter Jay cost one ticket, you could never be in my timezone [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Sean] Boy, I came from the grind up I never threw the towel in, even in saunas D hat on me, bitch, it's just to remind you I knew I was riched up before I had commas Back when I used to pull up in that Honda Police was behind us, I was still wakeup like I'm in the Bahamas Fuck a money counter, boy I count this shit up faster than the Honda Threw a party wit' Future, that's Futurama Got a future baby mama lookin' like a young Madonna Mixin' wit' Rihanna, boy, I couldn't tell you where to find her But I treat her like I'm finer Man, y'all fucked the game up, boy, I got to reset it I was born in '88, but I been ready since '87 No one let it, countin' up the Franklins, you got to respect it What the fuck these niggas want from me, nigga? She call me cause she want some company I'm more focused on my company If they want me, tell 'em they gon' have and hunt for me Boy, I'm a beast, head over fireplace, nigga I'm a product of my environment I'm a bring her home, yeah I'm a empirer to my empire, big as Empire, nigga Runnin' through the city on some Young Caesar shit Know I made a couple flips, on some Pisa pizza shit Yeah, just know I'm livin' single on some young Khadijah shit And I'm checkin' for the commas on some English teacher shit Little bitch [Hook 2] Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah Go fill my cup, yeah, bitch, go fill my cup, yeah (Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah Go fill my cup, yeah, bitch, go fill my cup, yeah) Forty thou' to a hun'ed thou' A hun'ed thou', another hun'ed thou' Three hun'ed thou, five hun'ed thou A million, let's have a money shower