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200 (feat. Future)

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200 (feat. Future)

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Everything right

Everything right

Everything right

Everything right

All these niggas

Everything right, you back in Givenchy

I only drink Actavis, I'm on a diet

I'ma chase it like Hussain

All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)

Yeah, yeah

I got at least 200 hoes

Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze

Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough

And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat

I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin'

My niggas bangin' burgundy like the Redskins

I got all type of tattoos on my fuckin' shin

I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints

I've been blown a mil' on jewelry, but it's past tense

Super charge it, make it sound like it's raggly

I'm ridin' with the cutter, I'm Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10

Diamonds on me talkin', they harassin'

No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in

Came a long way from a Chevy

Now we spend millions on cribs

You get somethin' too, don't trip

My eyes 'bout low as a brim

I smoke the tree limb, tree limb

No gang, big deal

I'm tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin' on two wheels

I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship

I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes

You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes

My Jordan fits I wear, yeah never found in stores

You might as well gon', gon', gon' home

Money long, long, long, long

All way up to Mercury

Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece

I've been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately

Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi

I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock

If she ain't up to par, she 'bout to get dead docked

Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious

I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, 'cause I'm righteous

Got a few Vice Lords for some friends, some of 'em disciples

And can't nothin' come between niggas like us

I got at least 200 hoes

Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze

Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough

And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat

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