Future - T-Shirt lyrics

Uh, Fe-Feelin'
You woke up feelin' way better
Way better than the day you did before
You got the whole world in
The palm of your hands you haven't let it go
DJ C-Money in this motherfucker, La Familia
Freeband Gang, we global now

Got my t-shirt game crazy
I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin'
Ain't no imitatin' all it took was some
Patience -Niggas still hatin'
Mo' money and mo' problems
Ain't no imitatin' glock 40, lemon squeeze
Why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed
Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks
Nigga I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds
Got 'em all on me

Hell ya, 'bout that lifestyle
Pradas on me right now
Had to pay my lawyer off 'cause
Nigga I don't do trial
Bitches I don't do trial
You can keep your comments
I be gettin' this money
'bout to fuckin vomit 30 on my stomach
Tell me "how bad do you want it?"
Prada's what I'm rockin'
Alexander got me cocky
All that damn finessin' and I
Took off like the Jetsons
All that damn stressin' and
A nigga start progressin' yeah, yeah

Got my t-shirt game crazy
I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin'
Ain't no imitatin' all it took was some
Patience -Niggas still hatin'
Mo' money and mo' problems
Ain't no imitatin' glock 40, lemon squeeze
Why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed
Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks
Nigga I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds
Got 'em all on me

Ain't no sympathy nigga
Ain't no sympathy nigga!
You remember me nigga
Know you remember me nigga!
I'ma whip up in them foreigns
Make you envy me nigga
I'm gon' whip up in them foreigns
Make you envy me nigga
I got that sack out the front door
And I went straight through the back
I was fucked up and starvin'
I go stand right in that trap
I'm 'bout to sell me some yayo
I gotta jug out in Clay Co
I won't wear 'em no more
If those shoes a day old
See how consistent I am
See how persistent I am
I woke up in that Bugatti
Went and bought me three Lambs
That's an Aventador nigga
That cost a hundred a piece
I went so hard in the streets
I'm 'bout to have me a feast

Got my t-shirt game crazy
I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin'
Ain't no imitatin' all it took was some
Patience -Niggas still hatin'
Mo' money and mo' problems
Ain't no imitatin' glock 40, lemon squeeze
Why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed
Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks
Nigga I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds
Got 'em all on me

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah