โหลดเพลง mp3 200 - Future

200 (Clean) - Future (未来小子)/Young Thug
Written by：Future/Young Thug
Young Thug：
Everything right

Everything right

Everything right

Everything right

All these n**gas

Everything right we rockin' Givenchy

I only drink Actavis I'm on a diet

I'ma chase it like Usain

All this money bring a n**ga new pain woah woah woah
Yeah yeah
I got at least 200 hoes

Fresh to death and I leave my car and then I doze
Up and down and you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough

And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a mole

I bought my moms a car it felt amazin'

My n**gas bang in burgundy like the redskins

I got all type of tattoos on my f**kin' shin

I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints

I've been blown a mil' on jewelry but it's past tense

Super charge it make it sound like it's raggly

I'm ridin' with the cutter I'm blood like my brothers a MAC 10

Diamonds on me talkin' they harassin'

No shoulda coulda woulda I got these racks in

Came a long way from a shed

Now we spend millions on cribs
You'll get somethin' too don't trip
My eyes 'bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb tree limb

No gang big deal
Future：
I'm tryna pop a wheelie in a lamborghini standin' on two wheels

I got the racks on me now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me it comes from off my clothes
Majority of my fits I wear yeah are never found in stores
You might as well gon' gon' gon' home
Money long long long long

All the way up to Mercury

Any time I come out gotta at least step out with a three piece

I've been in my bag lately
Take three drugs at once lately

Got every shade of Tom Ford I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums I
Got hermes in a headlock
If she ain't up to parrrr she 'bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame became so anxious

I sit at the top of the throne yeah 'cause I'm righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends some of 'em disciples
And can't nothin' come between n**gas like us
Young Thug：
I got at least 200 hoes

Fresh to death and I leave my car and then I doze

Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough

And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat