Future Whats Wrong

[INTRO]

I can’t answer questions for these fake ass niggas

I’m not about to tweet all you fake motherfuckers

comment on instagram you bitches

[CHORUS]

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

you love these hoes more than you love money

these niggas mad dat I’m stuntin’

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

I went to space and they felt left

I Guess you broke and you need help

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

We turning up and they turning down

we smoking kush and by the pound

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Yeen smashing models like us

Ain’t popping bottles like us

Ain’t getting money like us

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

[VERSE 1]

I’m outta I Told you in was in pluto

My wallet chain by prada and my pockets on a sumo

let me find out you cuffin hoes, we trippin off one blunt

my dawg I bought a bunch of smoke

The ferarri suicidal I done blowed out the brain

she exotic she got a body put her on a plane

you can have her man I don’t want her she just came from spain

I just made a movie and took a green card back again

I Just went back to the dealership bought another benz

I had to order that 65 before it come in

I’m new millenium, maserati trucks of course

we came from nothing, we grinded up and jumped off the porch

[CHORUS]

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

you love these hoes more than you love money

these niggas mad dat I’m stuntin’

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

I went to space and they felt left

I Guess you broke and you need help

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

We turning up and they turning down

we smoking kush and by the pound

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Yeen smashing models like us

Ain’t popping bottles like us

Ain’t getting money like us

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

[VERSE 2]

My Shoes (What Dem Is) They Made By YSL

My Lil Boo (Aye What She In) She Stay In That Chanel

Whats wrong with you, I’m getting money cant you tell

They so confused, Cuz I Ain’t need no auto-tune

my team in here turnt up to the maximum we’re cooling

If you wanna get dem mushing my shit good then we can do it

five thousand on a outfit let me show you how I do it

I got bandz coming in dawg, faster than suzuki

Rockstar status dis da way I chunk my dueces

I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to, dat girl she bad and choosing

they get mad when you take it and they hate you when you make it

patiently waiting, dat money coming like it aint got no patience

[CHORUS]

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

you love these hoes more than you money

these niggas mad dat I’m stuntin’

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

I went to space and they felt left

I Guess you broke and you need help

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

We turning up and they turning down

we smoking kush and by the pound

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Yeen smashing models like us

Ain’t popping bottles like us

Ain’t getting money like us

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Future Chosen One

[Hook: Future]

Bought a phantom cause I always wanted one

Made a film with them bitches ain’t no one on one

Got this watch and this watch like a 101

All my niggas millionaires it ain’t just one

Had a few chains on, I don’t have but one

Bought a few house and I never sleep at one

And I can have ten cars and I wouldn’t drive one

And when you make it from the bottom you the chosen one

[Verse 1: Future]

Rich nigga since birth, Louis v chinchilla

Bought a brand new Rover, drive it like a 4 wheeler

Solid gold: AP, flooded out with them crystals

Shinning just like molly, I woke up in a new bugatti

Free lil Kirk Wood, Young Gotti, free my nigga White Boy too

I woke up to a new baby and a spend that on Jimmy Choo

You got goons around you nigga, I keep shooters around me fool

Im a young rich nigga from the bottom I came up and I can’t lose

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rocko]

Guilty by association that’s a lie

How dare you make that accusation I’m an A1 nigga

Check my verification, do whatever to protect my reputation

Make sure you tell em that, multi-faceted business owner hustler

Work pump it up inflation, run your numbers up

Extra point escalation, how you spell dedication

What you know about determination?

Salute the BET, appreciate your nomination

RIAA, appreciate my certification

Got a job for a hater where your application

All that hatin shit, really admiration

[Hook]

Future Keep Quiet

From the club to the telly, on the floor

You better not wake them neighbors

You better not wake them neighbors, girl

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

Don’t tell nobody

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

Don’t tell nobody

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Fell in love, she done got attached

Love to tell it, we a perfect match

Go to Paris, do the dashboard

See the wheel on the right side

Got her driving on the wrong side

Thought we was driving on the wrong side

Out the country for a couple months

I gotta keep the goals out of line

Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ on raw wine

Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby

We can chop it up, but ain’t wine and dine

Rude girl, you the right sign

You the right kind, this the right time

We can kick it off and go to iceline

You see they bitin’ like Tyson

VVS’ wasn’t given to me

And them skirts, I’m a give ’em to you

No confessions, you can book the suite

I might even let you book the villa

Call me up and let me get right

Chains swinging, this a pair of ice

Maintain, go to paradise

I’m a send for you, book the last flight

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

Don’t tell nobody

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

Don’t tell nobody

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Braless swag is complementary

Audemars is confidential

Credit card, expensive dinners

Fancy cruise and double M

Like you signed a Maybach deal

If you run across my BM, better not throw no bloodshed

Better not cut no fuss at them

Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him

You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trust in you

Presidential suite, baby

You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah

Your girlfriends always hatin’

You richer than them, that’s real facts

I keep you fly, that’s real facts

I get you high and a little upset

These niggas, they small talkin’

I bet they never cut a real check

Stay in the mall, flossin’

You ain’t never been laid on a bill yet

When I ain’t come with all these benefits

If you fuck a nigga who famous, you better

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

Don’t tell nobody

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

Don’t tell nobody

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

From the club to the telly, on the floor

You better not wake them neighbors

You better not wake them neighbors, girl

Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot

Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot

Future Finessin

[Intro: Future]

One thing about me, I know how to get out the mud nigga

Fly shit on

Rags to riches

I ain’t lookin’ back

Yeah, F.B.G.

We global now nigga

Payin’ dues

[Hook: Future]

Finessin’, Finessin’, Finessin’, Finessin’, Finessin’, Finessin’

Finessin’, we came up from nothin’

Finessin’, Finessin’, Finessin’, Finessin’, Finessin’, Finessin’

Finessin’, we went from rags to riches

[Verse 1: Future]

Whippin’ up that Frank Lucas

Cookin’ up that Young Poochie

Beamer cool with a clear view

Got ‘Rari with the clear view

Trapped out I’m on CNN

Space shuttle I done went to Mars

Call this bitch who can taste the dick

Got a gutter bitch gonna take a charge

Went to Paris on a weekday

And I’m comin’ back in a couple months

Everyday I wake up

I’m drinkin’ lean, I’m smokin’ blunts

Dropped out of my high school

Then I went and copped me a drop top

Got residue on my dreadlocks

My whole style unorthodox

Tradin’ in my hand scale

Started sellin’, them big bells

30 bricks by 30 bricks

I could sell a nigga some oatmeal

Sell a nigga some horse feed

Cashin’ out for a hundred pounds

Sell a nigga some A-1

I’ll cook it up for you right now

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]

Credit card my swipe game

I strike off like lightning

Fuck with me, my lick game

… excite me

I’m takin’ off like MJ

My check game like Nike

Anytime I get that cash

That cash make me hyphy

I’m jumpin’ off my products

Stackin’ up my dollars

I stay chasin that guala

Ain’t no turnin’ up my collar

Represent my city

Nigga want game gotta pay pesos

That pink inside my Styrofoam

Got yellow bones on my iPhone

Runnin’ up like a treadmill

Conversation gotta pay field…

Everything I wear nigga

Is Farrago in public

High top Margiela’s

Thousand dollars for a sweater

Money talk no pressure

Everything disrespectful

[Hook]

Future Purple Coming In

[Hook:]

Coming in, coming in, coming in

I’m good on that yola, yola, I’m good with that yola, yola

I’m good with that red and yellow, nigga

I’m good with that red and yellow, nigga

Purple be coming in

We got that purp coming in, we got that purp coming in

The purple be coming in, purple, purple, purp, purp

[Bridge:]

I’m good with that yola, yola, nigga

I’m good with that yellow and red, nigga

I’m good with that yellow and red, nigga

I’m good with that yellow and red, nigga

That purple be coming in, that purple be coming in

That purple be coming in, that purple be coming in

That purple be coming in

I poured up a dirty Sprite again

I pop on these Percs and Vicodins

They check on that check like a Yeezy

Came from straight out them trenches, they greasy

Fuck a bitch on that shit, I don’t need her

Fell in love with that drank and I need it

I sip out my cup and I need it

I grew up in the red and I seized it

Sip the four of that ‘tuss out in Cleveland

They can’t blame me for takin’ these doses

Pour that raw out, the pint in the fanta

Tryna dodge all these scandalous heathens

They never gone doubt me, now they believe me

They try to forget about me now I’m kinging

The greatest story ever told

These pretty hoes gettin’ exposed

Got my styrofoam in my hand

Fuck all these bands up

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Walk into Barney’s I’m drinkin’ on yolo

Valet the photo, a hundred at the door

I speak the lingo, they go by the limo

Fuck you lil nigga, I’mma fill up arenas

Washin’ the money at the cleaners, it’s dirty

You drink out my cup and it’s dirty, I come from the dirty

You drink out this cup and it’s dirty

I got codeine in my bladder

I get it in like a real one

You whip in a Benz and they feel you

It’s too much finnessin’ you feel me?

I went at that money, no supervision

They love me today, they gone really feel me

I see how they act when they playin’ dirty

Forgivin’ me, never forgivin’ me

I know that paper gone be there, it stack it

A monster, a beast uncorrupted, a savage

And 20’s, Sting gotta have it

That baby wants a Saleen, she can have it

Pay three for that purple, if you want it, you get it

Two dollars a drink, on that purp you can get it

Fuck on me, suck on me, baby lets pour up

Fuck on me, suck on me, baby lets pour up

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Future Rotation

I had to spill at shawty with my jeans on

And I had my pistol in my pocket

Can’t trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious

Can’t trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious

I bought all the sodas at the gas station

I just put a famous bitch on rotation

I just put that famous bitch on rotation

I just pull a shawty out on probation

Paranoia pulling up garage one in the head

I’m a hydroponic nigga full of bars and that red

I’mma camouflage in, I fell in love with this brick

I don’t ordinary no type of nigga I don’t beat

I thought I keep that tool on me everywhere

Spent a couple mill on my bitch last year

I just put a new whip on the E-way

Then I ran my bands back up like a relay

Certified junkie

I just pop the tag on the bands, it was Monday

I just keep that bag on me now at least 100

I’ve been on them Xans and that molly, I ain’t frontin’

I had to spill at shawty with my jeans on

And I had my pistol in my pocket

Can’t trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious

Can’t trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious

I bought all the sodas at the gas station

I just put a famous bitch on rotation

I just put that famous bitch on rotation

I just pull a shawty out on probation

Yeah, I fell asleep with that paper

Bro, I can’t tell you ’bout no capers

I just took the middle man off

I go Corleone by the cheque

I was getting dome with a tick

Bitch, you ain’t gon’ get no extra parts putting on faggot mood

I just called my contractor, told him “build another pool”

One sitting in the back, one by the living room

I keep all my jury at the bank now

Alexander McQueen’s therapeutic

Bitch, I’m getting the same money as Cam Newton

Ask me how it feel to be a millionare

I had to spill at shawty with my jeans on

And I had my pistol in my pocket

Can’t trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious

Can’t trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious

I bought all the sodas at the gas station

I just put a famous bitch on rotation

I just put that famous bitch on rotation

I just pull a shawty out on probation

Future Now

I got my jewelry on me right now

50 round carbine on me right now

Got 100 round drum on the seat right now

I got your bitch and she with me now

I had a sip on that codeine now

I like to pull up in Bentleys now

My goons get it done with a mac 11

You nigga gon’ ride for the shit we reppin’

Be cool on that fuck shit

And Nell on that fuck shit

We work that dope out the mud pit

We on that dope and that mud shit

We tryna sell niggas some love shit

Niggas try to flex they mussels on us

We cut ’em off and bought some better choppas

We’ll fuck you bitches, let my brother hit ’em

Fuck you niggas, let my robbers get ’em

They just wanna see me out my mental

Wanna fuck some commas up at my dealer

Fuck you lemma up doin’ numbers

Pop a molly up, I remember

Better put your Mrs. up Imma get her

Fuck her in the mouth and then kiss her

Got the crib out with all pistols

I got my grill in, 20 thousand

For the few chains, that a new raise

I got this cute dame, give a fuck about her

She want all this fame and a million dollars

I done took this pain and I’m none of–

Keep a few rings, give a fuck about ’em

I’m in that new Range, give a fuck about ’em

50 grand on the Mulsanne

Sippin’ drank at the Blue Flame

Hit the booth, let the booth flame

We ain’t never cool, we just say that shit

For this bitch, you gotta play my shit

Run it back and then say my shit

All that old shit, y’all niggas still doing it

I’m over that

All that old shit, y’all niggas still doing

Dawg, I’m over now

All that old shit, y’all niggas still doing

Dawg, I’m over that

All that old shit, y’all niggas still doing

I got my jewelry on me right now

50 round carbine on me right now

Got 100 round drum on the seat right now

I got your bitch and she with me now

I had a sip of that codeine now

I like to pull up in Bentleys now

My goons get it done with a mac 11

You nigga gon’ ride for the shit we ride

Be cool on that fuck shit

And Nell on that fuck shit

We work that dope out the mud pit

All that old shit, y’all niggas still doing it

I’m over that

All that old shit, y’all niggas still doing

Dawg, I’m over now

All that old shit, y’all niggas still doing

Dawg, I’m over that

All that old shit, y’all niggas still doing

Future After That

[Hook – Future:]

I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at

I make them old head niggas go get they plug back

You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that

You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that

Yeah you took a few shots but you know we’ll come after that

I smell that mula, that fetti, I’m coming after that

Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that

I’m living this life of sin, what’s coming after that?

[Verse 1 – Future:]

One whip whipped up, ten whips came after that

Two bitches came up, seven bitches came after that

Rich niggas in this building, rich niggas come after that

I know you had that bitch but I’m a dock that pussy after that

Fuck niggas say som’n, when I step in jackers come after that

White gold come after that, got Audemars coming after that

Presidentials coming after that, VVS’s coming after that

Got so much money almost gave myself a rack attack

OG coming after that, good kush lean coming after that

First class my flight nigga you know who else coming after that

Private jets coming after that, rock star my whole status

Clearport, no TSA, lil Mexico my dream land

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne:]

Talk shit, get back for that

She suck my dick, we don’t kiss after that

Got to watch my own back, fuck around and get stabbed in that

Hollygrove my habitat, wish I could bring Rabbit back

Hundred shots come after that, call a ho a ho and a rat a rat

I said a hundred shots come after that

Ain’t looking good like cataracts

I’m a buy me a Cadillac cause I don’t see where I’m lacking at

Them feds tryna throw me in the box

I’m like fuck that, throw Jack in that

I’m a get that pussy wet, her other nigga just dampen that

He buy shit, he pamper that, she tapping out when I’m tapping that

Tryna get as high as me nigga, then where the fuck is your scalpel at?

Niggas flip facts like acrobats, I click clack, what comes after that?

[Hook]

Future Killin it

[Intro: Casino]

Insane your girl giving that pussy, killing it

Every time I get a pack I’m mixing it, I’m killing it

Got so many of them chains on I’m glistening, I’m killing it

Every I’m a nigga stepping I’m shitting, I’m killing it

[Verse 1: Casino]

I done fucked every bitch in Atlanta

My brother Future done killed the rap game up in Atlanta

I’m walking in the club with too many chains on

You think I play with Michael Jordan I got six rings on

I got that molly and that drank in my Styrofoam

I got ten cell phones and they bing homes

Your bitch in love with me, killing it her ringtone

I done cause I dry nigga killing it

You might as well walk trying to pull up next to me

FreeBandz casino in the streets and I’m killing it

All white ghost in the hood I’m Rossing it

Hold on my pinkie and my bone on that FreeBandz shit

[Hook: Casino]

Insane your girl giving that pussy, killing it

Every time I get a pack I’m mixing it, I’m killing it

Got so many of them chains on I’m glistening, I’m killing it

Every I’m a nigga stepping I’m shitting, I’m killing it

Killing it, man, I be killing it

Killing it, man, I be killing it

Killing it, man, I be killing it

Killing it, man, I be killing it

[Verse 2: Slice 9]

I’m all about that paper but I don’t end it

You say she bad, casino band here

You say she bad, slicy bang here

Mix that gold with that silver I’m a chemist

Where the time go? I don’t know, tic tic

And how you like your girl, how you think thick thick

Your girl is my apprentice, my swisher she twist it

Them fill em, then get lit and munchies, then picnic

Freebands, you don’t wanna miss this

And one year, you might have to buy a tic

To witness this pimping, my income extended

I’m iron coat, I’m different

I started independent

[Hook]

Future Deeper Than The Ocean

Scooter

The coolest dj in the world

G for Global

Yea we global now

Forever

I put spikes around my jacket

And I’m strapped up with a ratchet

I’m chasing after paper

I became a savage

A nigga set my nigga up

The game is full of madness

Sometimes I wanna get inside that Escalade and crash it

My pain running deeper than the ocean (it is)

My pain running deeper than the ocean (no tears)

My pain running deeper than the ocean (I can take it)

Pain running deeper than the ocean

Leather jackets

No motorcycle

I’m spiked up like a bad drink

9 to 3

That good supreme

Where all the scissile

Boy guillotine

I work hard and it came out

I turnt up

Turn the bitch off

Then I went from dead broke

To laying up in a penthouse

There are no secret

When you leaking

I woke up the evening

And I seen a demon

I’m on that rare codeine

Trying to clear my thoughts

Niggas won’t feel my pain

All they see is fame

And what it bring

I paid dues

Graduated from finesse schools

I showed and proved

I never lose

I’m too smart

I should have went to Harvard

Drinking out the bottle

Holding maseratti

I put spikes around my jacket

And I’m strapped up with a ratchet

I’m chasing after paper

I became a savage

A nigga set my nigga up

And game is full of madness

Sometimes I wanna get inside that Escalade and crash it

My pain running deeper than the ocean (it is)

My pain running deeper than the ocean (no tears)

My pain running deeper than the ocean (I can take it)

Pain running deeper than the ocean

Taking three drugs at one time

Take em one time

And you niggas start hating on future

For one time

I commit a million crimes

That ain’t enough for you

I’ma say a million rhyme

All the shit I’ve been through

I was grinding hard

Niggas try to hold me back

They didn’t wanna see me with the plug

They didn’t wanna see me with the sack

I got it though

It worked out

I kept the lawyer

I set standards

And now I’m royal

Niggers try to chase the paper

Then you got to take his life

Till we get screaming

I can’t sleep right

Then they put a hit on your head

Then you walk around with a price

Million ain’t way what you see

Better go good on sight

I put spikes around my jacket

And I’m strapped up with a ratchet

I’m chasing after paper

I became a savage

A nigga set my nigga up

And game is full of madness

Sometimes I wanna get inside that Escalade and crash it

My pain running deeper than the ocean (it is)

My pain running deeper than the ocean (no tears)

My pain running deeper than the ocean (I can take it)

Pain running deeper than the ocean