Rick Ross Future Bright (feat. Bryson Tiller)
The biggest
Bryson
Your future so bright
The flyest shit
It's time to take 'em there, baby
(Maybach Music)
Yo (Big Billionaire)
Still got the yayo flying in from on the West Coast
Fleet of cars all red like this was death row
Keep it gangster, never singin' like it's 'Danny Boy'
All she seen was Givenchy soon as I ran up on her
Begin with what you eat, I'ma change your lifestyle
Lamborghini at Checkers, a nigga iced out
From the back, I f..ck her longterm
No trippin', trust me, shorty, this won't hurt
New G wagon, that's just to get your nails did
Big fish and I'ma get you niggas at LIV
I got a plug and it's coming outta Panama
I got a plug and it's coming outta Panama
A petty problem had yo' ass doing 30 years
Boy, the future bright, it's time to touch these 30 Ms
Cocaine and Maybachs throughout the catalog
Expensive wheels for pretty bitches, I've had 'em all (Boss)
Shorty say she wanna floss like me
Never trip about the cost like me
Live lavish and call the shots like me
Then f..ck with a young boss like me
You got a man but he not like me, like me, no
Pull out the stops like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby, f..ck with a, f..ck, f..ck, f..ck with a, f..ck with a...
Rolling deep, show and tell by the gang unit
All the gangsters show me love and they bang to it
Our future bright, I wanna handle your retirement
Life insurance policy with the pyrex
Kingpin so it's smoother than a one-two
Got you the same whip I got your mom too
Do it big and shit, I'm talking until
Junior Mafia niggas'll let the guns loose
Bad bitch better show me what her tongue do
Dapper Dan Gucci suits that I could run through
My niggas coming up like it was coke prices
How can you be trippin', nigga, with no snipers?
Step-steppin' off a jet, still in the hair rollers
She rock with dope boys, all shareholders
20 stacks, blow it all in Fashion Nova
What I'm smoking, you can smell from California
Shorty say she wanna floss like me
Never trip about the cost like me
Live lavish and call the shots like me
Then f..ck with a young boss like me
You got a man but he not like me, like me, no
Pull out the stops like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby, f..ck with a, f..ck, f..ck, f..ck with a, f..ck with a...
(Maybach Music...)