t.g.i.f.

futuristic

yo

free clothes

three hoes and a gatorade

white socks

black chucks

looking like i'm taylor gang

xbox on the bus

just so we can play the game

banging on my chest after i fuck

just like orangutans

new whip at the crib

but i let my cousin drive

told him quit his nine to five

niggas gon' be rich for life

buzzing like a beehive

look into my brother's eyes

blood thicker than water

i got you

forget them others guys

jumping in the crowd together

make my mama proud forever

but nobody tell her we got them hoes

and they got down for whatever

clowning all my homies

all my records is sounding clever

crowd is getting loud and wilding out like this is heavy metal

after party

yeah

i'm faded

pictures with me

yeah

i'm famous

haters hating

well

i got security to keep this stainless

these women be getting naked

i got magnum shit is dangerous

misbehaving

i'm a make her say yeah just like usher raymond

tgif

thank god i'm futuristic

thank god i'm futuristic

ho

yo

yeah

stage dives

high fives and some autographs

big money talking

save them quarters for the laundromat

told them i was about to blow

then stepped on the launching pad

now i'm calling shots like i'm a baller yelling

off the glass

hundred snaps up in my closet

only rocking two or three

only nigga shining like a star without no jewelry

in my city you'll never hear nobody say

who is he?

spitting cold flows in hundred twenty two degrees

my team is dreaming and scheming on making millions

i'm heading to the banks just like tyra and azelea

my word done change with the seasons

like a goddamn chameleon

speaking green

i'm a motherfucking beast

godzilla

you the opposite

they say i'll be lost without you

like robin thicke

funny nigga

robbing big

magic johnson

positive

i'm sick and ain't no telling when these niggas find a cure for me

but still a nigga prosper and gossiping and they heard of me