Future, Young Scooter - Everything Ours lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Future, Young Scooter - Everything Ours lyrics]
That money bring you power
Good bales and all that powder
We chokin’ off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power
Them bales and that powder
We chokin' on that sour
And all these bitches ours
I’m leanin’ like I’m on a fifth of Henny
I been turnt like this right
Here from the beginning i’m in the space
Cause you know sky’s not my limit
I keep some racks on me
Like I be playin’ tennis
My girl she wakin’ up and
She ain’t shop at Lennox
She fly and now we at
Bell Harbor and we spendin’
I’m in that Lamborghini
No it’s not no rented you see this ice on me
And all my windows tinted
She want that Rover
I’ma go and put her in it
I'm like Dozier, I’ma gone and jump on in it
She on that Molly Cyrus ain't nobody business
She told her friends and braggin’ on
The way I'm hittin' it
That money bring you power
Good bales and all that powder
We chokin’ off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power
Them bales and that powder
We chokin' on that sour
And all these bitches ours
I got money, I got power
I was born with respect
I know how them bales look
With your dope I gotta check
Threw a 60 on my wrist, 120 round my neck
Just to flex last Sunday
50 thousand on a 'Vette
30 thousand dollar Rolly
Got it draped up in baguettes
20 thousand dollar flights
Freebandz ridin’ jets
A lot of rappers get extorted
Gotta pay for they respect
We record on gold mics ‘cause we
Don’t make nothin’ but hit's
And I got your bitch with me
She the driver on the licks six bricks
Zone six niggas ‘bout them Franklins
I’m a certified plug nigga
I always got it in i supply all the drugs
Tell me what you tryna spend
That money bring you power
Good bales and all that powder
We chokin’ off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power
Them bales and that powder
We chokin' on that sour
And all these bitches ours
Good bales and all that powder
We chokin’ off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power
Them bales and that powder
We chokin' on that sour
And all these bitches ours
I’m leanin’ like I’m on a fifth of Henny
I been turnt like this right
Here from the beginning i’m in the space
Cause you know sky’s not my limit
I keep some racks on me
Like I be playin’ tennis
My girl she wakin’ up and
She ain’t shop at Lennox
She fly and now we at
Bell Harbor and we spendin’
I’m in that Lamborghini
No it’s not no rented you see this ice on me
And all my windows tinted
She want that Rover
I’ma go and put her in it
I'm like Dozier, I’ma gone and jump on in it
She on that Molly Cyrus ain't nobody business
She told her friends and braggin’ on
The way I'm hittin' it
That money bring you power
Good bales and all that powder
We chokin’ off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power
Them bales and that powder
We chokin' on that sour
And all these bitches ours
I got money, I got power
I was born with respect
I know how them bales look
With your dope I gotta check
Threw a 60 on my wrist, 120 round my neck
Just to flex last Sunday
50 thousand on a 'Vette
30 thousand dollar Rolly
Got it draped up in baguettes
20 thousand dollar flights
Freebandz ridin’ jets
A lot of rappers get extorted
Gotta pay for they respect
We record on gold mics ‘cause we
Don’t make nothin’ but hit's
And I got your bitch with me
She the driver on the licks six bricks
Zone six niggas ‘bout them Franklins
I’m a certified plug nigga
I always got it in i supply all the drugs
Tell me what you tryna spend
That money bring you power
Good bales and all that powder
We chokin’ off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power
Them bales and that powder
We chokin' on that sour
And all these bitches ours