Sh!t (Remix) - Intellectual

[Intro: Future]

Ayy!

(Ear Drummers)

(Mike WiLL Made-It)

Ayy!

Shit!

[Chorus: Future]

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit

Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit

All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 1: Drake]

Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there

So you know it's all good when I come there

I hear you talk about your city like you run that

And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there, nigga

But I had to come through for the remix

On my haven’t-done-a-verse-in-eight-weeks shit

And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit

But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot shit

Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip

Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know

Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait

But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks, though

And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice-grill hating

I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It

Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing

I'll call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it

I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melo deal

You need to come to OVO for a better deal

Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mil'

And niggas say it’s all good

That’s how you better feel, nigga, nah!

Fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff

Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up

Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas

That's why we never gave a fuck

When a fuck nigga switched up, damn!

[Chorus: Future & Juicy J]

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit

Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit

All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit!), nigga, you ain't bought shit (Shit!)

Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (Shit!), nigga, you ain't popped shit (Shit!)

All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit!), nigga, you ain't shot shit (Shit!)

Spending money on these hoes (Shit!), nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Shit!)

Mike-Will Made It! Let's get it! (Ma-fi-UH!)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit

I'm in the bathroom getting head from yo' bitch

And I ain't paying her shit

You want beef? You don't know who you playing with (Hey!)

I tell my pilot to land the jet (Hey!)

I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off (Hey!)

Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at (Hey!)

I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage

Your money funny like Jim Carrey

I got a bitch and she super bad like Halle

And we still keeping that white like Barry

I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me

Nigga, you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me

I got all this cake and shooters with me

Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece

What it is, my nigga? What it's hittin' for? (Hey!)

Where the car you were whippin' in you video? (Hey!)

Where the ice at, nigga? Where them pretty hoes? (Hey!)

You a fraud, real niggas already know (Hey!)

Broke-ass niggas, I can't stand 'em (Hey!)

I hit 'em with the cannon

I'm buying off the mall at random (Hey!)

Juicy J, that nigga fresh to death (Hey!)

Smoke it 'til it's nothing left

Peel off, then I'm ghost in my Phantom

[Chorus: Future]

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit

Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit

All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit