Tomorrow ’Til Infinity Young Thug (Ft. Gunna)

[Intro: Young Thug & Gunna]
Hope I see you (Yeah), tomorrow
I'm tryna see you (Jeffery), tomorrow (Uh)
(Yeah, I'm the black Christian Grey, you know what I'm sayin'?)
I wanna be you, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Yeah)
(I got fifty shades of baes with me, fifty different bitches)
I wanna see you (Yeah), I wanna see you
I'ma see you (Ooh-ooh-ooh), tomorrow
Ooh, I'ma see you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, tomorrow), can't wait to see you
Ooh, I'ma see you, tomorrow (Go)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I know you ride, you ride, you ride (Ah)
I got three bitches down to slide (Woah)
I put some Forgis on my ride (Skrt, skrt)
Me and my dawgs headed to the sky (Pew)
Cloud nine calling me, couple bad bitches, too
I got money on me, listening to "Digits", ooh (Hey)
Feet up, baby girl, let's live (Uh, uh)
PJ money, yeah, Bentley's gonna deliver, mm (Money)
Two racks for my shoes (Shoes, uh), my Jimmy Choos (Woah)
My bitch Chanel (Bitch Chanel), pity the fool (Mm)
I got Chanel on my socks (Ayy), silky Versace her crotch (Ayy)
Ben and Jerry (Ooh), boutta eat her ice cream (Slurp)
I came from pillar to post, ice in my bag, my back on froze (Damn)
Penthouse home, Chicago (On God), yeah, that my second home (Oh)
I'm in Atlanta, though (On God), I just got back home (Skrt)
I got my money now, tat my ribs, Hillstone (Yeah)