Ft. Future & Lil Wayne

(Intro)

You know, This just some real ^!$$% %#@!, a real ^!$$% story
You know what I'm saying?
(Hook: Future)

Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rrari
Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
(Verse 1: Young Buck)

Pop a couple mollies, get my head right
Breakin down bricks, you done stay at night
50 on my wrist, baby told me stuntin

I'm gon pay my (*##$ bills every month
I just touched down, smelling like 100 pounds
Hear that money sound every time I come around

You ain't talkin bout racks, ^!$$% get back
All them hoes you be chasin, I done hit that
$#&@ a gold chain, ^!$$% go and buy a bird

I'm getting money, sippin syrup, $#&@ what ya heard
Beat a murder case, ^!$$%s know I bust a K
Keep some young ^!$$%s with me, they be touchin yay

Okay
(Hook: Future)
Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in the new 'rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
(Verse 2: Future)
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider

Young ^!$$% play with ki's, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a ^!$$% idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible

In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
^!$$% where you at, ^!$$% we go pull up on ya
Young (*##$ looking like Janet in the 80′s

We was grinding up from two and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup

Send it over from New Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
(Hook: Future)

Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rrari
Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
(Verse 3: Lil Wayne)

Pop a lot of pain pills
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that #~!!@ up like Emmett Till

Yeah?.
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, callin' from two different phones

Tell that (*##$ ?leave me the $#&@ alone!?
See, you $#&@ her wrong, and I $#&@ her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly

I'd rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolley
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind

Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I just received a package
Them other ^!$$%s taxin'

And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that ^!$$% must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate!
(Hook: Future)

Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine

Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean