First Off (feat. Travis Scott)

[Future]

Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (yeah)

I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby

(ATL Jacob)

I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto)

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis)

[Future & Travis Scott]

First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (ooh)

First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (skrrt, skrrt)

I put the Patek water on, but I got options (yeah)

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no

Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls

Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws (yeah)

Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi

I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me (yeah)

Started off surfin' on a codeine wave

I don't exchange info with these niggas

They some opps, you can kill 'em, they ain't with us

Ordered a pound of gas to smoke, I need a fill up (yeah)

Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla

Got Lil Freaky with me, know you gon' get hit up

Steppin' over dead bodies in Margielas

I touched a hundred M's and I've been gettin' better (ooh)

In a red Bugatti, gave it right to valet

Shoot his head off right, it get you new Sheneneh

Shootin' dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae

We had to work the one on 'em, it was a good payday

It was a teenager, they put him on the news where I'm from

He let off 40 shots, he can't get no bond

Closed on when he shoppin', when he kill him, he young

They ever get caught snitchin', they gon' cut off your tongue

I can't wait 'til they set the rat up, yeah

I was catchin' juugs, now a nigga a millionaire

I get the rap check and I avoid the paps

I get NBA money and ain't been in the draft

Yeah, I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy (yeah)

I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (pop it, pop it)

I'm a street nigga and I stay faded

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it

First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (straight up)

First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (uh)

I put the Patek water on, but I got options

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no

Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls

Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws

Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi

I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me

Bound to cut off where it's dim and pour above the rim (yeah)

Get the backend at the door and let the dogs kill (dogs)

Point 'em out, then turn around, that's how we let 'em in

Paranoid, one conversation, then I switch the SIM (oh)

This took like NBA business, I ain't talkin' scrimmage (in the league)

You know I'm James Bond with it, Harden with the finish

The whip's got curtain options in it, I don't need it tinted

Just need the option not to see 'em when I'm ridin' in it

Used to spend checks on my Nikes, now they pay me (yeah)

Got some Bulls cheerleaders and they wavy (alright)

Number one off in my city like McGrady (straight up)

Yeah I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy

Roll some OG gas, I can't let 'em breathe (it's lit)

Pop me ten to three, I can't let 'em sleep (pop it, pop it)

Flyin' through the clouds in somethin' heavenly

(To these racks, way up, way up)

[Future]

Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy

I make more than Dwayne Wade, baby

I'm a street nigga and I stay faded

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it

[Future & Travis Scott]

First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (straight up)

First off, we had to blast off like a rocket

I put the Patek water on, but I got options (it's lit)

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no

Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls

Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws

Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi

I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me

Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (yeah)

I make more than Dwayne Wade, baby (yeah)

I'm a street nigga and I stay faded

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it