Future - Future Back lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Future - Future Back lyrics]
I got wound stripes
Thats 30 years of runnin'
I should be with Big Meech
I get so much money i started off finessin'
And then I wash my hands
Do not touch it, if it ain't them bands
I pray to messiah told him I want it all
Put me in the game
Or I crawl behind the wall
I'm living lavish
Smashin' on these pink toes
More paper than Kinkos
Drinkin' bottles and they gold- rOSE!
Drinkin' lean and it's heavy oKAY!
Yea, poppin' wheelies on a banshee
We throwin' money on these hoes
And they ain't even dancin'
And it's coming back white, Marlyn Manson
They yellin' young future back
And he brought good crack macheveli
And im fillin' up my belly, with pies
Vegetary im a dog on these hoes, veterinary
Yea, I make movies, tyler perry
Yo main dame, thats my secretary
But you good cuz I love money, february
Gotta lot of shit on my
Mind but can't get discouraged
Apply major pressure, you better be weary
You bout to get your 'ish
Dog you gon' get your 'ish
The preacher gonna say a scripture
I'm asking for forgiveness
I hear the streets callin'
All the little ghetto children
Future all they know, astronaut pluto
Numero uno im coming for your throat
Bitch I gotta have it
I know you waitin' to taste it
And I'mma murder every track
Nigga cold case it
Thats 30 years of runnin'
I should be with Big Meech
I get so much money i started off finessin'
And then I wash my hands
Do not touch it, if it ain't them bands
I pray to messiah told him I want it all
Put me in the game
Or I crawl behind the wall
I'm living lavish
Smashin' on these pink toes
More paper than Kinkos
Drinkin' bottles and they gold- rOSE!
Drinkin' lean and it's heavy oKAY!
Yea, poppin' wheelies on a banshee
We throwin' money on these hoes
And they ain't even dancin'
And it's coming back white, Marlyn Manson
They yellin' young future back
And he brought good crack macheveli
And im fillin' up my belly, with pies
Vegetary im a dog on these hoes, veterinary
Yea, I make movies, tyler perry
Yo main dame, thats my secretary
But you good cuz I love money, february
Gotta lot of shit on my
Mind but can't get discouraged
Apply major pressure, you better be weary
You bout to get your 'ish
Dog you gon' get your 'ish
The preacher gonna say a scripture
I'm asking for forgiveness
I hear the streets callin'
All the little ghetto children
Future all they know, astronaut pluto
Numero uno im coming for your throat
Bitch I gotta have it
I know you waitin' to taste it
And I'mma murder every track
Nigga cold case it