[Intro]
Turn Up Team
Rich Friday, Hendrix
You feel me
Every thing lead back to that money
Free bands, yeah
[Chorus: Future]
Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
You get a ring, so they don't visit your door
I got like 20 G's on me
Designer from my head to the floor
These niggas ain't seeing me
These niggas think they wanna be me
But they know that they can't
I got worldwide streets status
Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas
And I'm down for my niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich Friday
[Verse 1: Future]
What what, shout out to all my niggas killin' it
Yeah, yeah, shout out to these bitches feelin' it
Flyest nigga on the earth I live in the shook
Top a nigga off and go get you some Giuseppe's
These young niggas that ride with me they scream murder
The feds stash that nigga up and he out, dog, he working
That yola all in my bloodline
Still give me that money
They come through and they bang, bang
On you like the screen 300
Codeine all in my stomach, big face, that Rollie
Eating on that good Jamaican with a nigga twistin' that Dodie
Sa pa my zoes, riding around with them Yoppas
Nigga claiming they got shooters but they shooters ain’t got bodies
Turn Up Team
Rich Friday, Hendrix
You feel me
Every thing lead back to that money
Free bands, yeah
[Chorus: Future]
Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
You get a ring, so they don't visit your door
I got like 20 G's on me
Designer from my head to the floor
These niggas ain't seeing me
These niggas think they wanna be me
But they know that they can't
I got worldwide streets status
Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas
And I'm down for my niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich Friday
[Verse 1: Future]
What what, shout out to all my niggas killin' it
Yeah, yeah, shout out to these bitches feelin' it
Flyest nigga on the earth I live in the shook
Top a nigga off and go get you some Giuseppe's
These young niggas that ride with me they scream murder
The feds stash that nigga up and he out, dog, he working
That yola all in my bloodline
Still give me that money
They come through and they bang, bang
On you like the screen 300
Codeine all in my stomach, big face, that Rollie
Eating on that good Jamaican with a nigga twistin' that Dodie
Sa pa my zoes, riding around with them Yoppas
Nigga claiming they got shooters but they shooters ain’t got bodies
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