TOLD MY (Original) Future (Ft. Gunna)

[Intro: Future]
Re-up, re-up, re-up, re-up, re-up uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh

[Chorus: Future]
I put all my drugs in a designer bag
Bad bitch in the city, gotta hibernate (Yeah)
Shawty want a perc, got it underlay (Yeah)
Tom Ford skinny pant, alteration (Yeah)
I woke up this morning, I was higher than Jesus (Woah)
I just took two pills down with my people (Woah)
Last night, the addy had me on my feet (Woah, woah)
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep (Woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I been stretching shit out like I'm on a beach (Woah)
I'ma stretch the brick, I get it A to Z (Woah)
Get it for the low, get it to the streets
Pay me top dollar, I'm a sight to see (Woah)
I told my bitch if I gotta be faithful, I might fall off
I put all my BM's on paper so they won't talk
I put on Veneta vintage, got a cold walk
I talk all the shit I want, topic of a million dollars

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Went to Elliot, got some new tennis
These some 60 pointers
Bitch can't say young Wunna got you pregnant
Hit you with a rubber
Long as I had dinner for my family
I was skipping supper
Flew this bitch to LA with my clan
She ended up fuckin' my brothers
What that cost?
Every time I talk, I see real diamonds
These some real diamonds
Went to Turks, I changed the whole climate
LA hoes finest and I know she ain't got no sinus
Touching her soul, midas
Counting this paper, I got arthritis
Rick Owens denim and some high top Nikes
My ex was a freak like a Scorpio but she a Pisces
Her ex nigga used to be rich, I had to upgrade her body
Rocking the latest Armani and Giuseppe Zanotti