
Attack Future
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[Chorus]
We went to get all the ? and we got lumber
We treat this shit like the mob and you going under
I pulled it out the garage and I'm going bonkers
I showed them time after time and I can't conquer
Count this money so much I make his ?
Patek and Audemar water that's just for the bad ting
Chanel, Balenciaga got me tacky
Called a lil' foreign for base she causing a stampede
One in the head
Step up ya mans
Count up some bands
Count up Chanel
Chasing confetti
Congratulations
Ran up my money on purpose I went had a rack attack
[Verse]
Spent like a M on purses my bitch go bag for bag
Shawty like it when I put it right in her face, oh my gosh
I might to have to cop lil' bae a wraith, oh my gosh
Bought my bitch a money machine to count it, oh my gosh
50-round drum on a tech, oh my gosh
Quarter million a month on a jet, oh my gosh
Pour hi-tech like more wet, oh my gosh
Yellow bee hive on my neck, oh my gosh
She playing both sides, bout' to wreck, oh my gosh
Step in nothing less my bitch gon treat me like a god
Richard Mil' baguettes I had to go against the odds
Big spill on me girl you better bring your mop
We went to get all the ? and we got lumber
We treat this shit like the mob and you going under
I pulled it out the garage and I'm going bonkers
I showed them time after time and I can't conquer
Count this money so much I make his ?
Patek and Audemar water that's just for the bad ting
Chanel, Balenciaga got me tacky
Called a lil' foreign for base she causing a stampede
One in the head
Step up ya mans
Count up some bands
Count up Chanel
Chasing confetti
Congratulations
Ran up my money on purpose I went had a rack attack
[Verse]
Spent like a M on purses my bitch go bag for bag
Shawty like it when I put it right in her face, oh my gosh
I might to have to cop lil' bae a wraith, oh my gosh
Bought my bitch a money machine to count it, oh my gosh
50-round drum on a tech, oh my gosh
Quarter million a month on a jet, oh my gosh
Pour hi-tech like more wet, oh my gosh
Yellow bee hive on my neck, oh my gosh
She playing both sides, bout' to wreck, oh my gosh
Step in nothing less my bitch gon treat me like a god
Richard Mil' baguettes I had to go against the odds
Big spill on me girl you better bring your mop
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