FUTURE - T-Shirt lyrics

rate me

You woke up feeling way better

Way better than the day you did before

You got the whole world in the palm of your hands

You had to let it go

DJ C-Money in this motherfucker, La Familia

Freeband Gang, we global now

Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm going money crazy

All this money confiscating, ain't no imitating

All it took was some patience, niggas still hating

More money and more problems, ain't no imitating

Glock 40, let me squeeze, why you better tote it

Strippers, money, weed, Young Future, I promote it

Like when I was selling rocks, nigga, I'm still hungry

Quarter million, all hundreds, got ‘em all on me

Hell yeah, ‘bout that lifestyle, products on me right now

Had to pay my lawyer off ‘cause nigga, I don't do trial

Bitches, I don't do trial, you can keep your comments

I be getting this money, ‘bout to fucking vomit

30 on my stomach, tell me how bad do you want it

Prada's what I'm rocking, Alexander got me cocky

All that damn finessing and I took off like the Jetsons

All that damn stressing and a nigga start progressing

Yeah, yeah

Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm going money crazy

All this money confiscating, ain't no imitating

All it took was some patience, niggas still hating

More money and more problems, ain't no imitating

Glock 40, let me squeeze, why you better tote it

Strippers, money, weed, Young Future, I promote it

Like when I was selling rocks, nigga, I'm still hungry

Quarter million, all hundreds, got ‘em all on me

Ain't no sympathy, nigga, ain't no sympathy, nigga

You remember me, nigga, know you remember me, nigga

I'mma whip up in them foreigns, make you envy me, nigga

I'm gonna whip up in them foreigns, make you envy me, nigga

I got that sack out the front door and I went straight through the back

I was fucked up and starving, I go stand right in that trap

I'm ‘bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta jug out in Clay Co

I won't wear ‘em no more if those shoes a day old

See, I consist and I am, see, I persist and I am

I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three Lambs

That's an Aventador, nigga, that cost a hundred a piece

I went so hard in the streets, I'm ‘bout to have me a feast

Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm going money crazy

All this money confiscating, ain't no imitating

All it took was some patience, niggas still hating

More money and more problems, ain't no imitating

Glock 40, let me squeeze, why you better tote it

Strippers, money, weed, Young Future, I promote it

Like when I was selling rocks, nigga, I'm still hungry

Quarter million, all hundreds, got ‘em all on me