[Intro: Future]
We ain't trippin' on none of you clowns (not at all)
Freeband Gang, we good

Yeah? turn up!
Never turn down, aye?


[Hook: Future]
The money treat me good, my (*##$es treat me good
The 'hood treat me good, the streets, they treat me good

I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
Life treat me good, the ice treat me good
The clubs treat me good, the plugs treat me good

I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good?

[Verse 1: Future]

Sippin' on my sizzurp, shinin' in my blizing
What up to my lil' mama, and I salute my main thing
I get paper fast, quick, fast lane, no roof

I'm higher than a space cadet, airplane, no Coupe
And I'm drinkin' raw, raw lean ? good juice
And I rep Lil' Mexico for real ? we gon' shoot

And I got a stable full of (*##$es, feed 'em horse food
And her booty real, real fat ? she Toulouse
We inside the VIP on drugs, and good drank

And I've got them racks on me now, I'm the bank
She want the red bottoms on her feet, she choosin'
We wanna $#&@ a Freeband ^!$$%, we ain't losin'


[Hook: Future]


[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
LA Reid signed Future ? he good
Future signed me ? I'm good

Now they know my name around the world
In every hood ? for rappin' 'bout jewels
Got a stomach full of Freebandz ? I'm full

I'm good, I'm off the moves I pull
Plus I'm a street pharmacist, supply all the drugs
Meetin' at the round table, money with plugs

Got a million-dollar company, Freeband major
When you got this much money, man, it come with haters
Every night, me and my (*##$, we count up the paper

I'm good, I done beat all my cases

[Hook: Future]


[Verse 3: Future]
I don't know where I'm at, I'm in Saint-Tropez

Money take you places, I'm talkin' far away
I make another movie, I'mma win an Oscar
The way my ^!$$%s movin', won't need no imposters

We too deep in the game to ever $#&@ with lames
I'm an astronaut for real, and we are not the same
We ran through plenty (*##$es, experienced hard times

We grind so $#&@in' hard, and put it all behind
I went to NASA, I'm Super Future now
They shoot a chopper, 'bout the Future, talkin' hundred rounds

I'm on my Black Amigo %#@!, I need a thousand pounds
You wanna triple up your money, send it out of town


[Hook: Future]