Future - 712PM lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Future - 712PM lyrics]
(8, Wheezy outta here)
Sitting behind five percent
You can see the chinain
Lil' one going crazy
Ready to sprrt for the ginang
If it wasn’t for Google
Man that bitch wouldn't know my nickname
Dropped a Maybach truck on a watch and
It was plain jane
Let the door swang, swang the door open
Smell cocaine
Trafficking drug money and trap
Out this one lane stepped all in mud
This bitch can't wait to tie my shoelace
Oh, she don’t like girls
Bet this money make a bitch so gay
Money real long, big as King Kong when you
Make the trap go jump
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones
I'm putting on that stuff
Digging in hеr back, pull out my money
Make a bitch bust a nut
Came out thе bando just to buy diapers
Had to hit me a lick
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money
Haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo
These days put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain lit
Up sitting behind five percent
Every time I re-up
They gotta advance at least twenty M
I been getting richer and
Richer my whole career
Took the dope money, went
And record a mixtape, it's rappers way out
Sitting on a bail toting a big K
Ain't even got a couch
To Australia, I'm familiar
Spent two million on a jet
In that dualie doing the dash
I let lil' dawg he hold a TEC
I got molly with the crystals
But I been back doing X
Got a Rolex on my wrist
This bitch cost 'bout a Corvette
Give these niggas a couple bands and hit
Your face and hit your chest
I was rolling off the pill
I should’ve never fucked the bitch
I got hoes these niggas married
I don’t let 'em go, they come through
I got fentanyl in my diamonds
I spend a nine on a pair of shoes
I don’t even care who these niggas shot at
Ain't nan of 'em got murked
I got some real killers
They'll kill a nigga
Then go and shoot up the hearse
You think a nigga like me give a fuck
’bout a nigga shooting up the church?
I gotta take this shit up with God
'cause I'm a god on the earth
I got this motherfuckin' new Benz
I ain't even drove it since it came out
Couple of bad bitches, they twins
Walkin' naked through my house
Cook good dope up in the kitchen
I could do that top chef
Bitches still claiming me
I ain't fucked in over a year
Cartier wrist, Cartier watch
Cartier diamond buff money real long
Big as King Kong when you
Make the trap go jump
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones
I'm putting on that stuff
Digging in her back, pull out my money
Make a bitch bust a nut
Came out the bando just to buy diapers
Had to hit me a lick
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money
Haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo
These days put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain lit
Up sitting behind five percent
Sitting behind five percent
You can see the chinain
Lil' one going crazy
Ready to sprrt for the ginang
Stepped all in mud
This bitch can't wait to tie my shoelace
Oh, she don't like girls
Bet this money make a bitch so gay
Sitting behind five percent
You can see the chinain
Lil' one going crazy
Ready to sprrt for the ginang
If it wasn’t for Google
Man that bitch wouldn't know my nickname
Dropped a Maybach truck on a watch and
It was plain jane
Let the door swang, swang the door open
Smell cocaine
Trafficking drug money and trap
Out this one lane stepped all in mud
This bitch can't wait to tie my shoelace
Oh, she don’t like girls
Bet this money make a bitch so gay
Money real long, big as King Kong when you
Make the trap go jump
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones
I'm putting on that stuff
Digging in hеr back, pull out my money
Make a bitch bust a nut
Came out thе bando just to buy diapers
Had to hit me a lick
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money
Haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo
These days put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain lit
Up sitting behind five percent
Every time I re-up
They gotta advance at least twenty M
I been getting richer and
Richer my whole career
Took the dope money, went
And record a mixtape, it's rappers way out
Sitting on a bail toting a big K
Ain't even got a couch
To Australia, I'm familiar
Spent two million on a jet
In that dualie doing the dash
I let lil' dawg he hold a TEC
I got molly with the crystals
But I been back doing X
Got a Rolex on my wrist
This bitch cost 'bout a Corvette
Give these niggas a couple bands and hit
Your face and hit your chest
I was rolling off the pill
I should’ve never fucked the bitch
I got hoes these niggas married
I don’t let 'em go, they come through
I got fentanyl in my diamonds
I spend a nine on a pair of shoes
I don’t even care who these niggas shot at
Ain't nan of 'em got murked
I got some real killers
They'll kill a nigga
Then go and shoot up the hearse
You think a nigga like me give a fuck
’bout a nigga shooting up the church?
I gotta take this shit up with God
'cause I'm a god on the earth
I got this motherfuckin' new Benz
I ain't even drove it since it came out
Couple of bad bitches, they twins
Walkin' naked through my house
Cook good dope up in the kitchen
I could do that top chef
Bitches still claiming me
I ain't fucked in over a year
Cartier wrist, Cartier watch
Cartier diamond buff money real long
Big as King Kong when you
Make the trap go jump
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones
I'm putting on that stuff
Digging in her back, pull out my money
Make a bitch bust a nut
Came out the bando just to buy diapers
Had to hit me a lick
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money
Haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo
These days put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain lit
Up sitting behind five percent
Sitting behind five percent
You can see the chinain
Lil' one going crazy
Ready to sprrt for the ginang
Stepped all in mud
This bitch can't wait to tie my shoelace
Oh, she don't like girls
Bet this money make a bitch so gay