Future - Stick to the Models lyrics

Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob yeah, Pluto
Went through the clouds, ain't I never
Never comin' down never comin' down, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Told my bitch to find us a bitch
We can fuck on together tomorrow
Fuckin' my wrist up, fuckin'
A brick up, yeah
Go'n and hop on the charter
I go to sprintin', I go to
Take off for cash, yeah, i'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah
Streets get hotter than lava
'Cause, I'm in that mode, everything on go
I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals
Thankin' my Heavenly Father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down
I done put up the bottles


I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah
I'ma just stick to the models

I'ma just stick to the models and hit it
I'ma just stick to the guala and get it
I can't come up short, I'm goin' to get it
I can afford to keep all my bitches
I got her laid up, she bad and sadity
I got my weight up, I'm carryin' my city
I got five carats, my ears, they blurry
Put up, no worries, she know she insured
I keep it real, ain't talkin' absurd
I lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
To tell you the truth
I come up from the dirt
She came with no panties, a lil' bitty skirt
I hit it on Xanax and I made it squirt
A really rich nigga, and I'm goin' berserk

Told my bitch to find us a bitch
We can fuck on together tomorrow
Fuckin' my wrist up, fuckin'
A brick up, yeah
Go'n and hop on the charter
I go to sprintin', I go to
Take off for cash, yeah, i'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah
Streets get hotter than lava
'Cause, I'm in that mode, everything on go
I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals
Thankin' my Heavenly Father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down
I done put up the bottles
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah
I'ma just stick to the models

I got two blonde snow bunnies
Sendin' me pics to the 'Gram
I got some bitches, they linin' up
They wanna fuck me just 'cause who I am
I fucked them gold-digging bitches
I never will love her or trust her
But pay her lookin' out for her
But ain't takin' care of her
She know it ain't no way in hell
I keep it real with you, keep it real with me
That's all we can do
Know how to deal with you
Know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
We call it fair game when it come down to my
Bros and swappin' out hoes
I send my main thang to get your main thang
We gon' fuck that ho on the low

Told my bitch to find us a bitch
We can fuck on together tomorrow
Fuckin' my wrist up, fuckin'
A brick up, yeah
Go'n and hop on the charter
I go to sprintin', I go to
Take off for cash, yeah, i'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah
Streets get hotter than lava
'Cause, I'm in that mode, everything on go
I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals
Thankin' my Heavenly Father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down
I done put up the bottles
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah
I'ma just stick to the models

I keep it real, ain't talkin' absurd
I lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Two blonde snow bunnies
Sendin' me pics to the 'Gram deal with you
Who know how to deal with you
Know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool who know how to
Deal with you