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future - fuck up some commas (remix) lyrics

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[verse 1: future]
smoke the first forty-eight hours
grind twenty-two and sleep two hours
put twenty-fours on the new audi
white-on-white like baby powder
drop your b-tch off at fulton county
might count it up and then recount it
double-cup like tunechi, bust it down with these goonies
give no f-cks, yeah, we don’t give no f-cks, yeah
go fill my cup, yeah, b-tch, go fill my cup, yeah
you heard that the slums made me, i’m cool with the convicts
the coupe look like akon, f-ck all that b-m sh-t

[hook: future]
f-ck up some commas, let’s f-ck up some commas, yeah
let’s f-ck up some commas, let’s f-ck up some commas, yeah
forty thou’ to a hun’ed thou’
a hun’ed thou’, another hun’ed thou’
three hun’ed thou, five hun’ed thou
a million, let’s have a money shower

[verse 2: rick ross]
she so high, her nose bleedin’, my c-ke clean like chlorine
got a white girl and she barefoot in my old-school, my floors clean
maybach that’s two-tone, phone tapped, got a few phones
headphones on my futon, gangsta on my groupon
i don’t bop, but do the money dance, nah, i call it that robert kraft
your whole clique look dead broke
my young b-tch said, “roger that”
all my dogs got fox furs, teacher said i was a big dummy
b-tch better come suck my d-ck
these diamonds on me cost big money
waitin’ you to come just my fence
i paid the b-tch off of brick money
dade county my body count, i whack a n-gg- on easter sunday
smoke a blunt and might eat some p-ssy
tell the truth, my mind gone
peter jay cost one ticket, you could never be in my timezone

[hook]

[verse 3: big sean]
boy, i came from the grind up
i never threw the towel in, even in saunas
d hat on me, b-tch, it’s just to remind you
i knew i was riched up before i had commas
back when i used to pull up in that honda
police was behind us, i was still wakeup like i’m in the bahamas
f-ck a money counter, boy
i count this sh-t up faster than the honda
threw a party wit’ future, that’s futurama
got a future baby mama lookin’ like a young madonna
mixin’ wit’ rihanna, boy, i couldn’t tell you where to find her
but i treat her like i’m finer
man, y’all f-cked the game up, boy, i got to reset it
i was born in ’88, but i been ready since ’87
no one let it, countin’ up the franklins, you got to respect it
what the f-ck these n-gg-s want from me, n-gg-?
she call me cause she want some company
i’m more focused on my company
if they want me, tell ’em they gon’ have and hunt for me
boy, i’m a beast, head over fireplace, n-gg-
i’m a product of my environment
i’m a bring her home, yeah
i’m a empirer to my empire, big as empire, n-gg-
runnin’ through the city on some young caesar sh-t
know i made a couple flips, on some pisa pizza sh-t
yeah, just know i’m livin’ single on some young khadijah sh-t
and i’m checkin’ for the commas on some english teacher sh-t
little b-tch

[hook 2]
give no f-cks, yeah, we don’t give no f-cks, yeah
go fill my cup, yeah, b-tch, go fill my cup, yeah
(give no f-cks, yeah, we don’t give no f-cks, yeah
go fill my cup, yeah, b-tch, go fill my cup, yeah)
forty thou’ to a hun’ed thou’
a hun’ed thou’, another hun’ed thou’
three hun’ed thou, five hun’ed thou
a million, let’s have a money shower

- future lyrics

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