Future - T-Shirt Lyrics
[Intro: Future]You woke up feelin way betterWay better than the day you did beforeYou got the whole world in the palm of your handsYou had to let it goDJ C-Money in this mother*****er...La Familia...Freeband Gang...We global now...[Hook: Future]Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazyAll this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatinAll it took was some patience--Niggas still hatinMo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'Glock 40, lemme squeeze, why you better tote itStrippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote itLike when I was sellin rocks nigga I'm still hungryQuarter million, all hundreds, got em all on me[Verse 1: Future]Hell ya, bout that lifestylePradas on me right nowHad to pay my lawyer off cuz nigga I don't do trial*****es I don't do trial, you can keep your commentsI be gettin' this money, bout to *****in vomit30 on my stomach, tell me "how bad do you want it?"Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me *****yAll that damn finessin' and I took off like the JetsonsAll that damn stressin' and a nigga start progressin'Yeah Yeah[Hook: Future][Verse 2: Future]Ain't no sympathy nigga, ain't no sympathy nigga!You remember me nigga, know you remember me nigga!I'ma whip up in them foreigns make you envy me niggaI'm gone whip up in them foreigns make you envy me niggaI got that sack out the front door and I went skraight through the backI was *****ed up and starvin', I go stand right in that trapI'm bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta juug out the [?]I won't wear em no more, if those shoes a day oldSee I consist and I am, see I persist and I amI woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three LambsThat's an Aventador nigga, that cost a hundred a pieceI went so hard in the streets, I'm bout to have me a feast[Hook]