T-Shirt (Explicit) - Future

You woke up feelin way better

Way better than the day you did before

You got the whole world

In the palm of your hands

You had to let it go

DJ C-Money in this motherf**ker La Familia

Freeband Gang we global now

Got my t-shirt game crazy

I'm goin' money crazy

All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin

All it took was some patience

Niggas still hatin

Mo' money and mo' problems

Ain't no imitatin'

Glock 40 lemme squeeze

Why you better tote it

Strippers money w**d

Young Future I promote it

Like when I was sellin rocks ni**a

I'm still hungry

Quarter million all hundreds

Got em all on me

Hell ya bout that lifestyle

Products on me right now

Had to pay my lawyer off cuz ni**a

I don't do trial

B**ches I don't do trial

You can keep your comments

I be gettin' this money

Bout to f**kin vomit

30 on my stomach tell me

"how bad do you want it "

Prada's what I'm rockin'

Alexander got me cocky

All that damn finessin' and

I took off like the Jetsons

All that damn stressin'

And a ni**a start progressin'

Yeah Yeah

Got my t-shirt game crazy

I'm goin' money crazy

All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin

All it took was some patience

Niggas still hatin

Mo' money and mo' problems

Ain't no imitatin'

Glock 40 lemme squeeze

Why you better tote it

Strippers money w**d

Young Future I promote it

Like when I was sellin rocks ni**a

I'm still hungry

Quarter million all hundreds

Got em all on me

Ain't no sympathy ni**a

Ain't no sympathy ni**a

You remember me ni**a

Know you remember me ni**a

I'ma whip up in them foreigns

Make you envy me ni**a

I'm gone whip up in them foreigns

Make you envy me ni**a

I got that sack out the front door and

I went skraight through the back

I was f**ked up and starvin'

I go stand right in that trap

I'm bout to sell me some yayo

I gotta jug out in Clay Co

I won't wear em no more

If those shoes a day old

See I consist and I am

See I persist and I am

I woke up in that Bugatti

Went and bought me three Lambs

That's an Aventador ni**a

That cost a hundred a piece

I went so hard in the streets

I'm bout to have me a feast

Got my t-shirt game crazy

I'm goin' money crazy

All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin

All it took was some patience

Niggas still hatin

Mo' money and mo' problems

Ain't no imitatin'

Glock 40 lemme squeeze

Why you better tote it

Strippers money w**d

Young Future I promote it

Like when I was sellin rocks ni**a

I'm still hungry

Quarter million all hundreds

Got em all on me