[Intro: Future]
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We ain’t trippin’ on none of you clowns (not at all)
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Freeband Gang, we good
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Yeah… turn up!
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Never turn down, aye…
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[Hook: Future]
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The money treat me good, my bitches treat me good
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The ‘hood treat me good, the streets, they treat me good
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I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, I’m good
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Life treat me good, the ice treat me good
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The clubs treat me good, the plugs treat me good
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I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, I’m good…
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[Verse 1: Future]
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Sippin’ on my sizzurp, shinin’ in my blizing
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What up to my lil’ mama, and I salute my main thing
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I get paper fast, quick, fast lane, no roof
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I’m higher than a space cadet, airplane, no Coupe
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And I’m drinkin’ raw, raw lean ? good juice
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And I rep Lil’ Mexico for real ? we gon’ shoot
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And I got a stable full of bitches, feed ‘em horse food
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And her booty real, real fat ? she Toulouse
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We inside the VIP on drugs, and good drank
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And I’ve got them racks on me now, I’m the bank
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She want the red bottoms on her feet, she choosin’
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We wanna fuck a Freeband nigga, we ain’t losin’
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[Hook: Future]
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[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
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LA Reid signed Future ? he good
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Future signed me ? I’m good
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Now they know my name around the world
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In every hood ? for rappin’ ‘bout jewels
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Got a stomach full of Freebandz ? I’m full
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I’m good, I’m off the moves I pull
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Plus I’m a street pharmacist, supply all the drugs
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Meetin’ at the round table, money with plugs
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Got a million-dollar company, Freeband major
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When you got this much money, man, it come with haters
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Every night, me and my bitch, we count up the paper
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I’m good, I done beat all my cases
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[Hook: Future]
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[Verse 3: Future]
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I don’t know where I’m at, I’m in Saint-Tropez
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Money take you places, I’m talkin’ far away
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I make another movie, I’mma win an Oscar
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The way my niggas movin’, won’t need no imposters
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We too deep in the game to ever fuck with lames
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I’m an astronaut for real, and we are not the same
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We ran through plenty bitches, experienced hard times
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We grind so fuckin’ hard, and put it all behind
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I went to NASA, I’m Super Future now
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They shoot a chopper, ‘bout the Future, talkin’ hundred rounds
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I’m on my Black Amigo shit, I need a thousand pounds
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You wanna triple up your money, send it out of town
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[Hook: Future]
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I'm Good
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| Future |
