[Intro: Future & Young Thug] One penthouse, two Benz This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah I feel like I'm Hercules, oh You gone get paid if you work for me, oh
[Verse 1: Young Thug] About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh Ain't letting no money get away from me, ohh TSA ain't ready for me These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me The latest coupe, way too fast, you can't get next to me And I want the smoke, for real These 40's gone choke, for real .45, no colt Nigga getting left afloat Nah, we ain't writing no note Never, nah I ain't gotta ride to the store no more I'ma let the Maybach go The pent' got a pole in it The marvelous Raf Simons Four levels in it I ain't even know you was in it
[Chorus: Young Thug] You can make love in the morning Cat Mink flow, I'm warm Got millions, just stay calm Nigga get turned upside down I was Rich way before the Gang I was Slime way before the name Kill shit like Sudan And that's all I gotta say Ain't leadin' you wrong
[Verse 2: Future] Runnin' the cars Stealin' bombs Hope you blow up All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah) Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah) Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me Might as well give it 'em now and catch the first degree Steven Spielberg shit with the currency Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy) I can't let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossin' me I done paid all the lawyers, but they can't talk for me When it come to closing deals, I finger fuck currency Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently) Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe) Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP Give this bitch a minute to breathe Looks can be deceivin', yeh Looks can deceivin' We going through life speedin' I fucked this bad European (foreign) She tucked her phone, I think she schemin' Ain't been to sleep, bitch, stop dreamin' If it ain't stress, you must be grievin' Looks can be deceivin'
[Chorus: Young Thug] You can make love in the morning Cat Mink flow, I'm warm Got millions, just stay calm Nigga get turned upside down I was Rich way before the Gang I was Slime way before the name Kill shit like Sudan And that's all I gotta say Ain't leading you wrong