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      Fuck Up Some Commas

      Future

      Album: DS2

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      Future - Fuck Up Some Commas Música y Letra

      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 bitch off at Fulton County
      Might count it up and then recount it
      Double-cup like Tunechi, bust it down with these goonies
      Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah
      Go fill my cup, yeah, bitch, go fill my cup, yeah
      You heard that the slums made me, I'm cool with the convicts
      The coupe look like Akon, fuck all that bum shit
      
      Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas, yeah
      Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck 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
      
      She so high, her nose bleedin', my coke 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, I do the money dance, nah, I call it that Robert Kraft
      Your whole clique look dead broke
      My young bitch said, "Roger that"
      All my dogs got fox furs, teacher said I was a big dummy
      Bitch better come suck my dick
      These diamonds on me cost big money
      Waitin' you to come jump my fence
      I paid the bitch off of brick money
      Dade County my body count, I whack a nigga on Easter Sunday
      Smoke a blunt and might eat some pussy
      Tell the truth, my mind gone
      Piaget cost one ticket, you could never be in my timezone
      
      Boy, I came from the grind up
      I never threw the towel in, even in saunas
      D hat on me, bitch, 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 would still wake up like I'm in the Bahamas
      Fuck a money counter, boy
      I count this shit 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 fucked 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 Aretha Franklins, you got to respect it
      What the fuck these niggas want from me, nigga?
      She call me cause she want some company
      I'm more focused on my company
      If they want me, tell 'em they gon' have to come and hunt for me
      Boy, I'm a beast, head over fireplace, nigga
      I'm a product of my environment
      I'm a bring her home, yeah
      I'm a empire her to my empire, big as Empire, nigga
      Runnin' through the city on some Young Caesar shit
      Know I made a couple flips, on some "Pizza! Pizza!" shit
      Yeah, just know I'm livin' single on some young Khadijah shit
      And I'm checkin' for the commas on some English teacher shit
      Little bitch
      
      Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah
      Go fill my cup, yeah, bitch, go fill my cup, yeah
      (Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah
      Go fill my cup, yeah, bitch, 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 - Fuck Up Some Commas Música y Letra

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