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Nayvadius Cash (born Nayvadius Wilburn on November 20, 1983), better known by his stage name Future, is an American musician from Kirkwood, Atlanta, Georgia. He is signed to the record label Epic Records. more »

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Codeine, molly help a nigga think, bitch
Washin' off my diamonds in the sink
(DMC global now, nigga)
Hood baby, ain't shit sweet
Bitch, I put you on the plate, my niggas gon' eat

Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (uh)
Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs)
Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (lights out)
Can't take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)

Came out the gutter, get throat
F*ck on your hoe 'cause she throwed (whoa, whoa)
Sipping on lean, I'm getting throwed (sip, whoa)
Try my best to overdose (whoa, whoa)
Made three pills, get ghost
Speedin' up my heart (speed up)
Two-doors and four-doors
Fill up my garage (whoa, whoa)
Make these diamonds shining clear 'cause I know times was hard (I know)
I just lifted an average one up, turned her to a star, yeah
I took a trip to Mexico, my hustle took me far, yeah
Pushin' up Marshmellow coupe now I feel like a god, yeah
I went to space, had a coupe in the stars
Man, I had to walk out in baguettes (whoa, whoa)
I told my young niggas go real hard
They came back with a new Presi' (whoa, whoa)
How you came out these trenches?
How gon' starve and then try to forget it (can't)
Ran my Ms up, I'm counting it up, and I ain't sweat it, yeah

Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (uh)
Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs)
Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (lights out)
Can't take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (pop out)
Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)

Don't give a f*ck 'bout your fucks (Woo)
Hood Baby do what he want (Hood Baby)
I got hard for this ceilings
ABG YSL goats (brr)
No, I'm not generic, I got on baguettes and look how we shinin'
Fake my death, Makaveli, I'm giving my life, my family won't tell it
Suited and booted, we met up with all foreigns, no, you can't tell it
I'm making two guns with a cool bun barrel like Belly
With wifey, not pheasants
She getting real mad, she actin' real jealous
I want all that lettuce
And to fit with that lettuce, my niggas gon' step it (Hood talk)
Hold all the talk, I pulled on the curb where I keep me a bar
We let that bitch, "Frrt," we pull up with birds and snakes on these hoes
Walk down with 'Ks on our shoulder, lil' hater
We headshot his shit, we ain't grazing
In the booth getting top from an Asian (let's go)
Wanna book a show, hit my agent
Niggas ain't playin' with my inner GOAT

Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (uh)
Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs)
Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (lights out)
Can't take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (pop out)
Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)

Cartier watches, Skydweller the Rollie, shit, I pay a load
Don dada, they shottin' they round with me
I'm touring right on the road
The money I pay for my watch, it came from the trap
It came from the stove
Yeah, you droppin' salt on me, I'm in LA with your hoe (oh-oh)
Heard what y'all do on the real
You livin' with your friends, oh-oh
Yeah, they soak drip like sponge
'Cause my rockstar drip is up
Balling like Pistons, nigga
You still on your pivot, nigga
On a dirtbike in the hood popping wheelies, nigga
We slime as it gets
Nah, ain't no dummy, yeah, I went legit
Finally got diamonds and finally got rich
Double-R truck when we landin' in
Now made some money and family
Blamin' for the talk, get knocked off
I'm tryna feel the breeze
Talking 'bout your top dog, know I eat Pedigree
Yeah, yeah, slimeball

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