[Intro: Future]
Pluto
Berner
Flexing on that bitch, hold up
They see me with that cookie baking, know I'm sayin?
Look at all of this money on me
Look at all of these twenties on me
Dirty cash
FOREVEROLLIN
[Verse 1: Berner & Future]
Three or four awards
Thirty-four stores
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes
In a black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors
Lift a hotel mama, white ashes on the floor
Got a Plane Jane Rollie, I don’t need a whole kid
Another billion of weed, I don't need a whole brick
Blue building in Toronto, I'ma flood the whole six
Pull a brown bagout and gon’ blow that whole shit
I got someone movin' cash, armored cars, and armed guards
Yeah, that's six million dollars organized, all large
N' tell that bitch to slow down 'cause she fuckin' with my high
Left the show with five bitches, need a couple at a time
I make plays in Miami, I ain't never that prime
But I shut down eleven, left the club around nine
Sent your bitch on a mission, made her sign for the box
Dropped the big face at Melrose, there's lines around the block
Looks like a Jordan drop, used to use a Jordan box
’Til I outgrew the safe and put in into Florida rock
’Til I buy my whole street and started digging tunnels up
Back in 2013 I only touched a hundred plus
Back in 2015 I only had a hundred tucked
Just buy another truck it feel good to run it up
I bet my enemies are sick pour another double cup
While you're sleeping on the couch I’ll run another hundred up (Yeah)
Pluto
Berner
Flexing on that bitch, hold up
They see me with that cookie baking, know I'm sayin?
Look at all of this money on me
Look at all of these twenties on me
Dirty cash
FOREVEROLLIN
[Verse 1: Berner & Future]
Three or four awards
Thirty-four stores
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes
In a black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors
Lift a hotel mama, white ashes on the floor
Got a Plane Jane Rollie, I don’t need a whole kid
Another billion of weed, I don't need a whole brick
Blue building in Toronto, I'ma flood the whole six
Pull a brown bagout and gon’ blow that whole shit
I got someone movin' cash, armored cars, and armed guards
Yeah, that's six million dollars organized, all large
N' tell that bitch to slow down 'cause she fuckin' with my high
Left the show with five bitches, need a couple at a time
I make plays in Miami, I ain't never that prime
But I shut down eleven, left the club around nine
Sent your bitch on a mission, made her sign for the box
Dropped the big face at Melrose, there's lines around the block
Looks like a Jordan drop, used to use a Jordan box
’Til I outgrew the safe and put in into Florida rock
’Til I buy my whole street and started digging tunnels up
Back in 2013 I only touched a hundred plus
Back in 2015 I only had a hundred tucked
Just buy another truck it feel good to run it up
I bet my enemies are sick pour another double cup
While you're sleeping on the couch I’ll run another hundred up (Yeah)
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