Future, Young Thug - 200 lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Young Thug [Jeffery Lamar Williams] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Future, Young Thug - 200 lyrics]
Everything right everything right
Everything right now everything right
Fuck all these niggas
Everything right, we rockin' Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I'm on a diet
I'ma chase it like Usain
All this money bring a nigga new pain
Yeah, yeah
I got at least 200 hoes fresh to death
And I leave my car and then I doze
Up and down the E-way
Risk it all 'bout this dough
And these hundreds ain't goin'
Nowhere like a mole
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin'
My niggas bangin' burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my fuckin' shin
I was in a white and
Red Maybach like peppermints
I been blowed a mil' on jewelry
But it's past tense supercharge it
Make it sound like it's raggly
I'm ridin' with the cutter
I'm Blood like my brothers and MAC-10
Diamonds on me talkin', they harassin'
No shoulda, could, and would
I got these racks in
Came a long way from a shed
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin' too, don't trip
My eyes 'bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal
I'm tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini
Standin' on two wheels
I got the racks on me now
Could buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and I
Already stored it with 200 hoes
You smell the money on me
Come from off my clothes
Majority of the 'fit's I wear
You'll never find in stores
You might as well go'n, on, on home
Money long, long, long, long
All the way up to Mercury
Any time I come out
Gotta at least step out with a three piece
I've been in my bag lately
Take three drugs at once, lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford
I can spot fugazi i came out the slums, I
Got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain't up to par
She 'bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame
Became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah
'cause I'm righteous
Got a few Vice Lords for some friends
Some of 'em Disciples
And can't nothin' come in
Between niggas like us (yeah yeah) , hey
I got at least 200 hoes fresh to death
And I leave my car and then I doze
Up and down the E-way
Risk it all 'bout this dough
And these hundreds ain't goin'
Nowhere like a mole
Everything right now everything right
Fuck all these niggas
Everything right, we rockin' Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I'm on a diet
I'ma chase it like Usain
All this money bring a nigga new pain
Yeah, yeah
I got at least 200 hoes fresh to death
And I leave my car and then I doze
Up and down the E-way
Risk it all 'bout this dough
And these hundreds ain't goin'
Nowhere like a mole
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin'
My niggas bangin' burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my fuckin' shin
I was in a white and
Red Maybach like peppermints
I been blowed a mil' on jewelry
But it's past tense supercharge it
Make it sound like it's raggly
I'm ridin' with the cutter
I'm Blood like my brothers and MAC-10
Diamonds on me talkin', they harassin'
No shoulda, could, and would
I got these racks in
Came a long way from a shed
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin' too, don't trip
My eyes 'bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal
I'm tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini
Standin' on two wheels
I got the racks on me now
Could buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and I
Already stored it with 200 hoes
You smell the money on me
Come from off my clothes
Majority of the 'fit's I wear
You'll never find in stores
You might as well go'n, on, on home
Money long, long, long, long
All the way up to Mercury
Any time I come out
Gotta at least step out with a three piece
I've been in my bag lately
Take three drugs at once, lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford
I can spot fugazi i came out the slums, I
Got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain't up to par
She 'bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame
Became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah
'cause I'm righteous
Got a few Vice Lords for some friends
Some of 'em Disciples
And can't nothin' come in
Between niggas like us (yeah yeah) , hey
I got at least 200 hoes fresh to death
And I leave my car and then I doze
Up and down the E-way
Risk it all 'bout this dough
And these hundreds ain't goin'
Nowhere like a mole