Future Cruise Ship

BL$$D

Yeah, yeah

Future, baby, Thugger Thugger

Ayo Chef

Pockets

Everything I got came from a lick

Ice on all my watches, on a ship

Underneath the turf’s the worst it’s gon’ get (it’s gon’ get)

Whipped up water on my wrist, think I’m a fish

Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)

I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)

You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)

Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)

She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)

Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)

I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)

Stay all facts

If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)

Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)

Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)

Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)

If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)

If I ain’t have this shit, I’d still be lit (hood rich)

If I fuck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)

I can’t fuck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger

Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)

The coupe is outside and I’m styled in the best

I see you killin’ these niggas ’cause you’re doin’ it the best

Solitaries ain’t nothing to me

Coughin’ these like I got lukemi’

Forreal, la familia, I go gorilla, I’m part of the Bape team

Fuck you thought? Supreme on the quilt, hang low, it’s a drag queen

I’m in a bronze Benz, I think it’s the wagon

Ever since mom’s titty, bitch I was flaggin’

She got some water on, she my Cancun ting (she my Cancun ting)

I got some black diamonds, my wrist is on Beijing (my wrist is on Beijing)

I’m tellin’ all of my hoes give their orders to the maid (hold on, turn up)

I got 20 bitches with me and they ain’t showin’ shade

I got 20 closets, I could dress accordin’ to the wave

I’m with 20 models but I dress accordin’ to the babe

I’m goin’ all in by my bro and my paper

Ain’t got no fuckin’ neighbors, ain’t got no neighbors

Yeah

No neighbors, oh

Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)

I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)

You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)

Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)

She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)

Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)

I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)

Stay all facts

If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)

Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)

Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)

Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)

If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)

If I ain’t have this shit, I’d still be lit (hood rich)

If I fuck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)

I can’t fuck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger

Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)

Future Watch This

Lil mexico Nigga you see it!

FreeBandz nigga!

Aye watch me watch how it dance,

Watch it light up and glist

Watch this chain how it shine

Watch it wink and it kiss

Watch the movie, young homie I see you watchin this shit

Watch me walk in the club,

Watch how crazy it get

Watch this, watch this

Aye watch this, aye watch this

Watch this, aye watch this

Man watch this, Man watch this

See you standin there just watchin, I’m a give you somethin to look at

Standin there just watchin I’m a give you somethin to look at

(Watch this)

Ya standin there just watchin I’m a give you somethin to look at

All these damn diamonds, man just mothafuckin look at

Keep that shit a milli

I’d be lyin if I ain’t dilly

Got them True Religion billings pop so many tags, it’s silly

My dog called a 30, and they say he gone appeal it,

I’m blowin through the racks like a fan on da ceiling

She got that stupid brain, But my heart ain’t got no feeling

I’m iced out forreal dawg, I’m pourin up trippin,

Slowin up my motions like my diamonds black might feel me,

My nigga rolling stone, we some mothafuckin hippies

Got a hundred thousand soldiers I ain’t mothafuckin slippin

I can wear my ice anywhere without no supervision

Aye watch me watch how it dance,

Watch it light up and glist

Watch this chain how it shine

Watch it wink and it kiss

Watch the movie, young homie I see you watchin this shit

Watch me walk in the club,

Watch how crazy it get

Watch this, watch this

Aye watch this, aye watch this

Watch this, aye watch this

Man watch this, Man watch this

See you standin there just watchin, I’m a give you somethin to look at

Standin there just watchin I’m a give you somethin to look at

(Watch this)

I’m a cold hard criminal, everythang flashin

Young rich nigga, all my hoes gettin nasty

Booty shakin bitches, love a nigga with Fantastic

See the money comin, I’m a flip it like Gymnastic,

10 band jewels that ain’t even worth my glasses,

Moscato and Patron, Platinum dumpin out the ashes,

Scrolled like aspen, Designer are my passion,

Fuck ya babymomma like Kourtney Kardashian,

Scotty call my phone, I be pickin up laughin

Sixth fifth shoppin, true story, I ain’t braggin

I’d like to thank my jeweler, all these bad bitches I’m baggin

Check like mine, no talk straight smashin

Aye watch me watch how it dance,

Watch it light up and glist

Watch this chain how it shine

Watch it wink and it kiss

Watch the movie, young homie I see you watchin this shit

Watch me walk in the club,

Watch how crazy it get

Watch this, watch this

Aye watch this, aye watch this

Watch this, aye watch this

Man watch this, Man watch this

See you standin there just watchin, I’m a give you somethin to look at

Standin there just watchin I’m a give you somethin to look at

(Watch this)

Everybody know my M.O, money long like Li-Mo

Came in the game, I spend a mil like mothafucka them OH,

Aye watch this, Watch me,

Aye watch me wiggle this for’em

Aye watch me turn that one to two, then that two into four

I need all the extra I can get

You smile, hold it, put it back there getta,

Aye watch me remix this bitch

Aye watch me count a couple hundred

Watch me pick up da lot

Aye watch me pull dat Aston Martin out, like look what I got

Aye watch how everybody watch me everytime that I talk

Aye watch me walk with my limp

Aye boy you know I got that york

Aye watch me stand on the couch,

Watch how they re-act when I throw this cash up in the air, watch this re-enactment

Aye watch me watch how it dance,

Watch it light up and glist

Watch this chain how it shine

Watch it wink and it kiss

Watch the movie, young homie I see you watchin this shit

Watch me walk in the club,

Watch how crazy it get

Watch this, watch this

Aye watch this, aye watch this

Watch this, aye watch this

Man watch this, Man watch this

See you standin there just watchin, I’m a give you somethin to look at

Standin there just watchin I’m a give you somethin to look at

(Watch this)

Future My Momma

[Hook – Future:]

My Momma ain’t raised no ho

My niggas they wrap that dough

These niggas ain’t got no ho

They runnin’ and kickin’ in doors

My Momma ain’t raised no ho [x5]

My niggas they wrap that dough

These niggas ain’t got no ho

They running and kicking in doors

My Momma ain’t raised no ho [x4]

[Verse 1 – Future:]

My daddy had bust him a nut

Keep a.45 tucked in the gut

Just a young nigga fuckin’ these sluts

Fuck what you thought nigga, fuck what you mean

Sippin’ on promethazine

Fuck what you mean we be gettin’ to this cream

Everything that I did worth, all of my gifts and my curses

Fuck that bitch [x3], We don’t give a fuck about the bitch, I just went got me another bitch

I just went bought me a better bitch, tricking ain’t nothing but a habit, smoking on some of that Cali

Enjoying my life to the fullest, the fuck you mean nigga

Yeah I’m a money machine nigga, these bitches try out for my team nigga

She making a wish and I’m making a list

Yeah [x4]

[Verse 2 – Future:]

She didn’t know real niggas like this exist, she’s complementing me on my Givenchy kicks

Check out my [x3] wrist, Audemar Piguet is clean clean

That mean it ain’t got no diamonds in it, GT Bentley and it’s limo tinted

Free my niggas in the penitentiary, Future Hendrix limited edition

Fuck you mean nigga, fuck you mean

Moving screens yet a new regime, Pulling up in something European

Fell in love with a lot of green

[Hook – Future]

[Verse 3 – Wiz Khalifa:]

Fuck is you saying, I take what you make in one year, spend it all on a chain

Fuck is you saying, I’m smoking my G pen until I get kicked off the plane

Fuck is you saying, my niggas all stuck to the plan now we all getting rich

Fuck is you saying, She thinks it’s a Snicker, because I feed her the dick

She get wetter than rain, purer than cane, no keys for my whip, smoking this loud

Fuck is you saying, I can’t hear these niggas for shit

Fuck is you saying, My niggas got clips like the movies, so duck when we spraying

All the money I’m making, come easy, you comfortable slaving

Fuck is you saying, Fuck is you doing, take her to dinner, we smoke a few joints and few minutes later we screwing

I wouldn’t advise you to fuck with me, If you get fly you look up to me

Probably get high just because of me, T.G.O.D that’s my company

[Hook – Future]

Future SOME MORE

Yah

Oh yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Yah

Codeine, it sit on my kidney and dissolve

Hit a few licks with my dawgs, we mobbin’

Called a few chicks on my line, they slobbin

Girl on a girl, if they eat that’s a topping

Thought she was true, she was fuckin’ the opps

Can’t tell her name, might be workin’ with cops

Told me she loyal, I found out she not

Can’t trust a unfaithful girl at the spot

Head over water, I ain’t never gon’ flop

Everything I do is super galore

Fuck on rich niggas, she don’t care if you broke

Protectin’ my heart like never before

Keep her around and she moral support

Three in a condo, I’m keeping’ ’em stored

Trap out the house with the bills on the floor

Ran outta hard, had to cook up some more

My Cinderella, I’mm keeping’ her spoiled

Danced with the Devil so hard to avoid

Hand on the chrome, don’t you never ignore it

I left some behind, they didn’t leave me no choice

Peoples get slippy, can’t tell I don’t show it

Shit gettin’ brutal, gon handle it with force

Yellow Presi and it wasn’t off-shore

Enough water on me it can fill up the tub

Platinum your ice if you know where to store it

I smell the blood, I’ma eat you like sharks

Hold on to grudges, don’t tear me apart

[?]

Yeah, found him in the clear view

Top of the ceiling look just like Skittles

Get some utensils

Goin’ presidential

Cash and the revenue, all a nigga ever do

I made me a boss, I’m tellin’ ya I feel very impeccable

A neck fulla beads, I’m tellin’ ya this shit gettin’ spiritual

Get down and plead, baby, and beg for forgiveness

I came with some lean, baby, and a whole lotta benefits

Codeine, it sit on my kidney and dissolve

Hit a few licks with my dawgs, we mobbin’

Called a few chicks on my line, they slobbin

Girl on a girl, if they eat that’s a topping

Thought she was true, she was fuckin’ the opps

Can’t tell her name, might be workin’ with cops

Told me she loyal, I found out she not

Can’t trust a unfaithful girl at the spot

Head over water, I ain’t never gon’ flop

Everything I do is super galore

Fuck on rich niggas, she don’t care if you broke

Protectin’ my heart like never before

Keep her around and she moral support

Three in a condo, rm keeping’ ’em stored

Trap out the house with the bills on the floor

Ran outta hard, had to cook up some more

I’m gettin’ higher than satellite

You can get flyer than me in my afterlife

Sit down and watch me and have a bite

Put it on the floor, she gon’ eat it up

Put it in a safe, we gotta keep it up

Throw ’em in a lake, you gotta teach ’em somethin’

Seen a wing on the pedal, and I stomp to the floor

Cost a couple of Ms tryna save a whore

Perky is a blessing and there wasn’t a loss

Wrapping’ a bale feel like my hand was forced

Put one of the girls in an executive Porsche

Crib with a maid, and it came with a horse

Cover the green like a golfer on course

Purchase that lean with no problems, of course

Brought the machine with the money ain’t short

Where I come from, you know trappin’ is sport

Codeine, it sit on my kidney and dissolve

Hit a few licks with my dawgs, we mobbin’

Called a few chicks on my line, they slobbin

Girl on a girl, if they eat that’s a topping

Thought she was true, she was fuckin’ the opps

Can’t tell her name, might be workin’ with cops

Told me she loyal, I found out she not

Can’t trust a unfaithful girl at the spot

Head over water, I ain’t never gon’ flop

Everything I do is super galore

Fuck on rich niggas, she don’t care if you broke

Protectin’ my heart like never before

Keep her around and she moral support

Three in a condo, I’m keeping’ ’em stored

Trap out the house with the bills on the floor

Ran outta hard, had to cook up some more

Future Substitute Everything

[Hook]

I’m takin pain pills, I’m takin pain pills (why?)

Wishing it can take away the pain

Smoke a lot of kush, I smoke a lot of kush (for what?)

Thinking I can blow away some things

I’m sippin codeine, I’m sippin codeine (why you sippin?)

Wishing I could slow down fame

(How you manage this lifestyle?)

I’m tryin’ to substitute everything

I’m tryin’ to substitute everything

I’m tryin’ to substitute everything

I’m tryin’ to substitute everything

I’m tryin’ to substitute everything

[Verse 1]

Today I took a Xanax, I started miss some family

I don’t see them as much, I know they feel abandoned

I’m workin til I pass out and I don’t understand it

From where I come from every moment we tryna take advantage

I got my prescription prescribed and I ain’t hit the pharmacy

I got some homies that done died been on my mind mentally

Roll up the kush and let’s get high and take off to a galaxy

I just wanna be in my zone where nothing bothers me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I believe hard times made me like this

I don’t leave the studio, I like making hits

There’s broken relationships that I can’t fix

I got bad habits I picked up I can’t kick

I need my herb, I need my syrup

Now I’m free like a bird

I make a lot of millz, I had to pop a pill

Just to get a thrill You don’t know how I feel

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

This bitch filed for child-support like I don’t take care of my child

She want them stacks I got on me, she wanna see me down

I had to take a molly, it lift me off the ground

I watch my dreams come true, I wish my granddad see me now (rest in peace)

I’m tryin to keep everybody happy, bringing me stress

Everything come and collect, when I’m smoking on sex (Kush)

Maybe this is the sound of faith, maybe this a test

I spend a lot of money so I don’t get depressed

[Hook]

Future 30 For 30 Freestyle

[Drake:]

Never thought I’d be talking from this perspective

But I’m not really sure what else you expected

When the higher-ups have all come together as a collective

With conspiracies to end my run and send me a message

40, did you get the message?

Cause I just checked my phone and I didn’t get it

I mean, I say hats off for a solid effort

But we didn’t flinch for a second, we got our shit together

Yeah, not here to fight wars

But niggas wanna talk high scores

PARTY just dipped off in a white Porsche

And I just came from dinner where I ate some well done seared scallops that were to die for

But I got bigger fish to fry

I’m talking bigger shit than you and I

Kids’ll lose their lives, got me scared of losing mine

And if I hold my tongue about it, I get crucified

Wrote this shit on a bumpy flight on a summer night

Flying over Chattanooga, out here trying to spread the movement

I just got me the Mercedes Pullman

You niggas never heard of it, you gotta hit up Google

Back in the city, shit is getting brutal

These kids’ll hit your noodle then take a girl to the movies

They’ve been dropping out on both sides

We ain’t in it, we just ghost ride

The pen is working if you niggas need some ghost lines

I thought you wanted yours like I want mine

I guess you just making moves on your own time

But just know it’ll be January in no time

And your absence is very concerning

It’s like you went on vacation with no plan of returning

Shit is purely for sport, I need it 30 for 30

Banners are ready in case we need to retire your jersey

I got a club in the Raptors arena

Championships, celebrations during regular seasons

Paternity testing for women that I never slept with

I’m legally obligated if they request it

So much legal action like I’m Michael Jackson

Luckily, I’m great at avoiding distraction

Used to get no reaction, now I’m overreacting

Ah nigga, that shit gotta go platinum

I just listened to Closer To My Dreams

Wide eyed and uneducated at 19

I can’t rap like that, all young and naive

Not after all of the shit I’ve seen and the things I believe

Drastically changing, thank you for all your patience

I’m just in a different space and I choose to embrace it

4,000 square feet just isn’t as spacious

You loved me back in the basement, guess it is what we make it

I’m tired of awkward exchanges and nigga’s crooked ways

Tired of champagne toasts with people that look away

Peyton and Eli when niggas called me they brother the season start

And I don’t wanna see you end up with nothing

Y’all throw the word “family” around too much in discussion

Rookie season, I would’ve never thought this was coming

They knees give out and they passing to you all of a sudden

Now you the one getting buckets

They put their arm around you, now you becoming the crutches

Kids got on your number cause you the one they look up to

And women that you seen on TV look better in person

And either they wanna fuck you or convince you that they can to see where it goes from there

But these ain’t the girls from Brampton, this ain’t that local action

The haters just bringing me and my people closer, actually

What happened to the things you niggas said was supposed to happen?

Are we just supposed to ignore the fact that it never happened?

We just supposed to get the pie and then split it in two?

Supposed to forget your mistakes but not forget about you?

My plan was always to make the product jump off the shelf

And treat the money like secrets, keep that shit to ourselves

Papi champú, young pablito de seis dios

6 G-O-D, I think I was destined for this shit when I was ’round Keyshia Cole and T.I

And Young Dro was popping off, well ain’t I?

Way before niggas had they hands out like they doing macarena

But who am I to complain now, I’m still around, they know

Future Whole Lotta Racks

[Future:]

First let me hit my cup, uh

Let me hold my tuss, uh, huh

(DY on the track)

Shit

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks

Yeah, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

I got a hoe with a text, uh

I put a million in max, uh

I put a song in the sex, uh

I gotta fly like a [?], uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I got some ice in my cup and it flawless, uh, uh, uh, uh

I hit your hoe last night and I [?]

Live in the sky on a jet

Got an extendo on the tech

Soon as they see the baguette

I put chinchilla on the carpet

Choppas gon’ dead like New Orleans

I paid that hoe just might want it

I fully loaded my Rollie

I woke up today I was high

I woke up today in the sky

Let’s get it, let’s get it

Let’s get it, let’s get it (freeband)

From city to city

To city to city, to city

They wet it, they wet it, they wet it

They let me bust on their titties

I spin it, I spin it, I spin it

I try to forget it

I’m callin’ the shots, nigga

Future lieutenant

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

I got a hoe with a text, uh

I put a million in max, uh

I put a song in the sex, uh

I gotta fly like a [?], uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

[Young Thug:]

Thugger did you hit my hoe, yea, yea, yea, yea

Thugger did you wipe my nose, yea, yea, yea, yea

Thugger is you for show, yea, yea, yea, yea

Your money tall like a fro, yea, yea, yea, yea (on God)

They can’t see inside I got tints on the rear, rear

Hit em in the back just like Ricky, drop the beer, beer

Private plane, tag on the wing and the rear, rear

Hop up out the jet, fly as a bird I got bees on the gears

Dab in the fashion, she perfect, I got her now she plastic

I taught her how to go and get the cash, she came fast

You better not giver her no money cause all she do is bringin’ it to dad (Jeffery)

[Future:]

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

I got a hoe with a text, uh

I put a million in max, uh

I put a song in the sex, uh

I gotta fly like a [?], uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin’ up a whole lotta racks, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

Future Smoke & Mirrors

Most of this shit smoke and mirrors

[Chorus:]

Don’t believe what they tell you Smoke and Mirrors!

Half that shit they sell you Smoke and Mirrors!

You know you gotta hit Smoke and Mirror!

You niggas can’t be serious!

Don’t believe what they tell you Smoke and Mirrors!

I know you bitches feelin’ it Smoke and Mirrors!

They wanna see ya fade Smoke and Mirrors!

You niggas can’t be serious!

They gas you up like AMACO and feel your head with lies

Tell the team that got you here they ain’t worthy for the ride

You need to cut em off immediately they not good for you

They tell you anything you wanna here but it’s up to you to know

what’s really going on thinks of what the fakest

Everything that glitters ain’t gold have patience

They rather see you fall

They don’t wanna see you ball

They gone try they damn best to come between in you all

Put the picture in the media bout the drama

Don’t know heart or work it took from them summers

Now they wanna add you on Twitter like they yo kin

WHAT THE FUCK GOING ON

Nigga I know you ain’t my friend

[Chorus]

I camoflauge my jacket blendin’ in with the snakes

I’m drinkin’ on some active and I swear I taste like grapes (Lean)

I got to be on drugs just to deal with the fake

This shit going on in the industry ain’t no way am relate

You got to keep it real with the niggas that’s around you

The ones that who was there before the fame, the ones that keep you grounded

You gotta show love to the hood in every county

Every City, every girl a kissin’ baby, hugging mothers

Them old folks they fuck with Future like they young again

Ain’t no way I’m a let you hold me back I’m going in

My top off go and kicks some rocks off nigga fucking with a young boss

[Chorus]