Future

By VI

On Outside

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[Verse 1]

I used to fuck with bum niggas with no future

Riding in they Honda crying bout me over Future

Best thing I ever did was fall out of love

Cuz I’d be damned if you see me with a nigga selling bud

Messy hoes bring they pussy out just to check on him

Cuz if he bagged VI then I guess he got a check on him

If he say he mine, know he lying if no Patek on him

My niggas wrist lit, Big VI put baguettes on em

Rich bitch mood

Bitch trick who?

Been making six figures since a bitch been out of school

Ain’t a nigga dollar that’s gon make me act a fool

And If a nigga say he made me, then he must got me confused

only baggin niggas that’ll spend it cuz they want to

Cuz selling pretty pussy for Chanel is what I won’t do

And I don't kiss and tell, don’t give a fuck if sex sells

Can’t get between these sheets unless your dick on XL


[Hook]

He like 'em crazy, like 'em rude

He said I’m boujie but he like my attitude

Got a girl, but I’m his favorite point of view

Told the bitch I’m what he tries to see in you

But baby girl you got it don’t nobody want your boo

If he out here sneaking, then you gotta get a clue

Fuck his lil money baby you can make it too

Got All that weight behind you, baby let me see you move


[Verse 2]

I don’t fuck with rappers, I ain’t trynna be your muse

Call they self a artist, trynna see me in the nude

Try to double tap me, try to pull up to the Stu

Say they only fans, well then you gotta pay per view

(Aw shit)

I been hustling way before I wrote these versus

Keep it 100 Money never made me nervous

Had niggas stealing dubs right out they momma purses

Just so I could right they love letters out in cursive

Write it to Aliyah, Rasheeda, and Nakeeta

Make em feel like a young boy really need her

Only in the third grade but a bitch was getting paid

Trapping off the Razor trac phone prepaid

Fuck selling lemonade, ain’t nobody moving weight

Been counting rubber bands, been had my momma straight

Ain’t nobody hand it to me, ain’t nobody hold the gate

You ain’t gotta understand, only bosses can relate


[Hook]

He like 'em crazy, like 'em rude

He said I’m boujie but he like my attitude

Got a girl, but I’m his favorite point of view

Told the bitch I’m what he tries to see in you

But baby girl you got it don’t nobody want your boo

If he out here sneaking, then you gotta get a clue

Fuck his lil money baby you can make it too

Got All that weight behind you, baby let me see you move

Let me see you move, let me see you move

Got All that weight behind you, baby let me see you move

Let me se you move, let me see you move

Got All that weight behind you, baby let me see you move

Let me see you move, let me see you

Gotta get my hair did

Gotta get my nails did

Eyelashes

And waxes

New makeup

Waist trainer

A nigga Need to paper

To maintain her