200 - Future, Young Thug

Everything right

Everything right

Everything right

Everything right

All these niggas

Everything right, you back in Givenchy

I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet

I’ma chase it like Hussain

All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)

Yeah, yeah

I got at least 200 hoes

Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze

Up and down you ain’t receive nothin' 'bout this dough

And these hundreds ain’t goin' nowhere like a moat

I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin'

My niggas bangin' burgundy like the Redskins

I got all type of tattoos on my fuckin' shin

I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints

I’ve been blown a mil' on jewelry, but it’s past tense

Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly

I’m ridin' with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10

Diamonds on me talkin', they harassin'

No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in

Came a long way from a Chevy

Now we spend millions on cribs

You get somethin' too, don’t trip

My eyes 'bout low as a brim

I smoke the tree limb, tree limb

No gang, big deal

I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin' on two wheels

I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship

I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes

You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes

My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores

You might as well gon', gon', gon' home

Money long, long, long, long

All way up to Mercury

Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece

I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately

Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi

I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock

If she ain’t up to par, she 'bout to get dead docked

Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious

I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, 'cause I’m righteous

Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of 'em disciples

And can’t nothin' come between niggas like us

I got at least 200 hoes

Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze

Up and down you ain’t receive nothin' 'bout this dough

And these hundreds ain’t goin' nowhere like a moat