Obama (Original) Future

[Intro]
Yo, brrd
Gang, gang
Baby Jay

[Chorus]
Soon as I trap out, I go hit the dealer
Soon as I sell out, I go hit the jeweller
You know I hit it, she draped in designer
If I get a call from Michelle Obama
Fuckin' a cougar, same age as my momma
Fuck all that bullshit, go fuck on Cierra
Seven-six deuce when it come out the barrel
I took a shot at your wife, Halle Berry

[Verse 1]
Reach for the chain, yo' lil brother gon' die
Cartier Ventures sittin' over my eye
I fuck this R&B chick on the side
Ain’t droppin' names, I might hit hеr tonight
You know I hit it, she rockin’ designer
High dеfinition on all of my diamonds
Fuck that bitch, gave her the Adrien Broner
Money and power, came off of the corner
Pull up the stick, I got blood on my diamonds
I get to pissin' on Dolce & Gabbana
Give me three minutes, I’m movin' the hummer
Ridin' with the brick, put the work in a Honda
Go cop the lamb, i just jugg Alabama
Stress in Atlanta and i ain’t got no manners
Richer than ice cream, too hard to handle
I get a nigga stuck up in the slammer