[Intro: Future]
Yeah, bitch we drippin' down in billions
Yeah, sucka
When you draped up in millions, what you call that?
But when you draped up in billions, what you call that?
Secured the bag alert (Wheezy beats) yeah
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We count that wave, wave, wave, and they can’t get rid of us (Wave)
Got that penthouse to play, I paid the whole year up (I'ma paint the ceiling with you)
Ay, and I keep her fresh with the visa (Ayy)
She better hope I don't wake up one day and leave her (Hopes)
I finger fuck the money, watch it cum for me (Finger fuck)
Finger fuck the money, watch it cum (Watch it cum)
Finger fuck the money, watch it cum for me (Finger fuck)
Finger fuck the money, cum, cum (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’m drippin' drippin' the fly, they can't clip me
My neck is rose gold like I'm Mr. T
I just got me a grill and it's icey
And now I can't close all my back teeth
I'm on top of these hoes, I fuck around and peak
I bite the nigga nose and I’ll do it again
And I got all these labels tryna kick in
I flood the bitch with water, got her tryna swim
Alexander McQueen right in the back of my jeans
Even though it ain’t my child, I treat him like a king
Seeing through him, I see a little bit of my genes
Hot boy living, kerosene
Yeah, bitch we drippin' down in billions
Yeah, sucka
When you draped up in millions, what you call that?
But when you draped up in billions, what you call that?
Secured the bag alert (Wheezy beats) yeah
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We count that wave, wave, wave, and they can’t get rid of us (Wave)
Got that penthouse to play, I paid the whole year up (I'ma paint the ceiling with you)
Ay, and I keep her fresh with the visa (Ayy)
She better hope I don't wake up one day and leave her (Hopes)
I finger fuck the money, watch it cum for me (Finger fuck)
Finger fuck the money, watch it cum (Watch it cum)
Finger fuck the money, watch it cum for me (Finger fuck)
Finger fuck the money, cum, cum (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’m drippin' drippin' the fly, they can't clip me
My neck is rose gold like I'm Mr. T
I just got me a grill and it's icey
And now I can't close all my back teeth
I'm on top of these hoes, I fuck around and peak
I bite the nigga nose and I’ll do it again
And I got all these labels tryna kick in
I flood the bitch with water, got her tryna swim
Alexander McQueen right in the back of my jeans
Even though it ain’t my child, I treat him like a king
Seeing through him, I see a little bit of my genes
Hot boy living, kerosene
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