Future ATL - You Wonder feat. Busta Rhymes & Rocko lyrics
rate meThis the part of the movie you chant for the nigga
That made something from nothing
And he lives
Which just sets up the sequel
Astronaut
DJ Drama
I made some money but I wanna make some more
I’m for the best friend, I wonder who should know
You see the warrior, you wonder how fast he go
These real diamonds you wonderin’ why it glow
Turn up!
We be ballin’ all summer
And we be hustlin’ all winter
And you have no idea
What it takes to be a winner
I know you wonder
The way I feel is make these niggas choke
Until this shit is painful it’s impossible to cope
The only magnifying glass I look through is a scope
Snap back leaning, lying face, dangle from my rope
Get to know the meaning
Me and Future, chopper in my coat
While we both be leaning
Fucking bitches, sloppy on a boat
While my homies sleeping
Picking up all of this money like it’s only dough I’m sweeping
Gripping up all of this money like you know we only eating
Grabbing up every bag, fuck the talk, we beasting
Your memory is really grand, why waste time competing?
I don’t know you thinking is funny, close your mouth
I’m only here to get this money, fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?
And never doubt we getting this dough till it hurts your head
Till my accountant fall asleep while he count this bread
I made some money but I wanna make some more
I’m for the best friend, I wonder who should know
You see the warrior, you wonder how fast he go
These real diamonds you wonderin’ why it glow
Turn up!
We be ballin’ all summer
And we be hustlin’ all winter
And you have no idea
What it takes to be a winner
I know you wonder
I’m doing pushups on the money, dealer tags still on ‘em
Watch when he pull up on ‘em, all the ladies push up on him
Doing curls with the money, getting credit two million
Pull up on ‘em, Rolls Royce, thinking like ten million
Never answer my phone, only pick up when them money ring
Sit up on the stair wheel, look at that money ring
Tits around the town, working my cow, ankle weight
Ship it in, loud pound, I don’t need an anchor, wait
Break it down, stretch it out, punch it up, work it out
I remember pulling up, now all I do is pick it up
First we train the money, it come every day
Thank goodness for my hustle, thank God I got my muscle
I’m ‘bout that cream, a bitch’ll never milk me
Fuck being clean, I’d rather be filthy
I made some money but I wanna make some more
I’m for the best friend, I wonder who should know
You see the warrior, you wonder how fast he go
These real diamonds you wonderin’ why it glow
Turn up!
We be ballin’ all summer
And we be hustlin’ all winter
And you have no idea
What it takes to be a winner
I know you wonder