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Bob - Future (remix) Lyrics

[Hook: Future]
Money on my mind, cant take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhones only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga
We aint gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We aint gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Its Ray Bans (Bans), and Freebandz, we getting money
While you hating (okay, okay, okay), we somewhere in Abu Dhabi
With Arabians (rrrah), and G5, and where my posse at?
It's outrageous (yeah), on that good Jamaican (hey, hey, hey)
Thats right Im too faded, you two shady
Im too greedy with two ladies
Excellence Im exuberated
Im finna smash like two potatoes
I dont give a fvck, not even two maybes (na-da)
I turn up on niggas like rutabagas
I do it daily, I do it daily (what)
Thats my swag, you should pay me (okay)
Aint that the truth?
This my whip, aint that the coupe?
Hustle Gang aint that the squad
That bitch actin like you gotta prove
While they out here catchin feelings, Imma catch a flight or two
I just give her major pressure while she gave me major whoooo

[Hook: Future]
Money on my mind, cant take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhones only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga
We aint gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We aint gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

[Bridge: Future]
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We aint gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
My money right, cant go wrong
Late night coupe, no clothes on
Truth hop out kill haters
Like fvck niggas, life goes on
This shit cray, shit cray
Maybach, no doors on
Im tryna see what these hoes on
I do 20 racks about 4 songs
Turnt up, I talk shit
Young Truth fluent, I talk sick
These homies true but start talkin quick
Cant talk love, just talk dick
Applying pressure, getting with that shake
I kill everybody but the one you better wait
Im on, talkin bout never been a mistake
You all about me but just fvck that wasnt good

[Hook: Future]
Money on my mind, cant take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhones only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga
We aint gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We aint gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

[Bridge: Future]
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We aint gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready



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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Songwriters: Robert Welch