200 (feat. Future)

Young Thug

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    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

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    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 I wear, yeah 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

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    Composición: Jeff Lacroix

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