[Intro: Future]
You woke up feelin way better
Way better than the day you did before
You got the whole world in the palm of your hands
You had to let it go
DJ C-Money in this m***********...
La Familia...
Freeband Gang...
We global now...
[Hook: Future]
Got my t-shirt game crazy,I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin
All it took was some patience--n***** still hatin
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
Glock 40, lemme squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin rocks n**** I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds, got em all on me
[Verse 1: Future]
Hell ya, bout that lifestyle
Pradas on me right now
Had to pay my lawyer off cuz n**** I don't do trial
b****** I don't do trial, you can keep your comments
I be gettin' this money, bout to f***** vomit
30 on my stomach, tell me "how bad do you want it?"
Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me c***y
All that d*** finessin' and I took off like the Jetsons
All that d*** stressin' and a n**** start progressin'
Yeah Yeah
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: Future]
Ain't no sympathy n****, ain't no sympathy n****!
You remember me n****, know you remember me n****!
I'ma whip up in them foreigns make you envy me n****
I'm gone whip up in them foreigns make you envy me n****
I got that sack out the front door and I went skraight through the back
I was f***** up and starvin', I go stand right in that trap
I'm bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta juug out the [??]
I won't wear em no more, if those shoes a day old
See I consist and I am, see I persist and I am
I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three Lambs
That's an Aventador n****, that cost a hundred a piece
I went so hard in the streets, I'm bout to have me a feast
[Hook]
You woke up feelin way better
Way better than the day you did before
You got the whole world in the palm of your hands
You had to let it go
DJ C-Money in this m***********...
La Familia...
Freeband Gang...
We global now...
[Hook: Future]
Got my t-shirt game crazy,I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin
All it took was some patience--n***** still hatin
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
Glock 40, lemme squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin rocks n**** I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds, got em all on me
[Verse 1: Future]
Hell ya, bout that lifestyle
Pradas on me right now
Had to pay my lawyer off cuz n**** I don't do trial
b****** I don't do trial, you can keep your comments
I be gettin' this money, bout to f***** vomit
30 on my stomach, tell me "how bad do you want it?"
Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me c***y
All that d*** finessin' and I took off like the Jetsons
All that d*** stressin' and a n**** start progressin'
Yeah Yeah
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: Future]
Ain't no sympathy n****, ain't no sympathy n****!
You remember me n****, know you remember me n****!
I'ma whip up in them foreigns make you envy me n****
I'm gone whip up in them foreigns make you envy me n****
I got that sack out the front door and I went skraight through the back
I was f***** up and starvin', I go stand right in that trap
I'm bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta juug out the [??]
I won't wear em no more, if those shoes a day old
See I consist and I am, see I persist and I am
I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three Lambs
That's an Aventador n****, that cost a hundred a piece
I went so hard in the streets, I'm bout to have me a feast
[Hook]