Fuck Up Some Commas (Remix) Future (Ft. Big Sean & Rick Ross)

[Verse 1: Future]
Smoke the first 48 hours
Grind 22 and sleep 2 hours
Put 24’s on the new Audi
White on white like baby powder
Drop ya bitch off at Fulton County
Might count it up and then re-count it
Double cups like Tunechi
Bust it down with these goonies, yeah
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 Konvicts
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 hundred thou
A hundred thou, another hunnid thou
Three hundred thou to five hundred thousand
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, I 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 jump 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
Piaget cost one ticket, you could never be in my timezone