First Off Future (Ft. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Future & Travis Scott]
Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (ATL Jacob)
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto, yeah)
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis, yeah)

[Chorus: Future & Travis Scott]
First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Ooh)
First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt)
I put the Patek water on, but I got options (Yeah)
PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws (Yeah)
Linda Farrow's what's on my lens, I see fugazi
I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Future & Travis Scott]
Started off surfin' on a codeine wave
I don't exchange info with these niggas
They some opps, you can kill 'em, they ain't with us
Ordered a pound of gas to smoke, I need a fill-up (Yeah)
Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla
Got Lil Freaky with me, know you gon' get hit up
Steppin' over dead bodies in Margielas (Oh yeah)
I touched a hundred M's and I've been gettin' better (Ooh)
In a red Bugatti, gave it right to valet
Shoot his head off right, it get you new Chanaynay
Shootin' dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae
We had to work the one on 'em, it was a good payday
He was a teenager, they put him on the news where I'm from
He let off forty shots, he can't get no bond
Closed on when he shoppin', when he kill him, he young
They ever get caught snitchin', they gon' cut off your tongue (Mm)
I can't wait 'til they set the rat up, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I was catchin' juugs, now a nigga a millionaire
I get the rap check and I avoid the paps
I get NBA money and ain't been in the drafts