[Chorus: Future]
All my niggas selling yayo
That bitch won't move 'til I say so
We getting to them peso's
We stacking taller than some legos
And we living like cowabunga
Keep designer frames over my eyes
I spent a half a mil' on my ride
I'm one hell of a fly guy

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Niggas kingpins let them tell it
Smoking on that OG
From a hundred blocks you can smell it
Bank accounts on steroids
Cars like a dealership
Diddy on that global phone talk a hundred million dollar shit
100 shells and that cherry top where it came from
The murder block with coke boys
And I heard about them turn them out
Shawty pop her pussy then she pop a pill
Had a million cash before I signed a deal
My eyes blurry in that clear port
We making movies nigga grab a chair for it
Top down when that car move
My Versace robe and my house shoes
One night, a hundred thou' or more
Fucking with locs and them pirus
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