FUTURE - Colossal lyrics
rate me(Intro)
The luxury of having passion
I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it
(Hook)
This shit getting colossal
This shit getting colossal
This shit getting colossal
This shit getting colossal
We trap out the traphouse
We love it, we getting that money
We trap out the traphouse
Just know that we love it, we getting that money
This shit getting colossal
(Verse)
100s on 100s, do numbers on numbers
Get llamas on llamas
Got bales by the bundle
Got 100s that's gone, that's 100 in the joint
That's a hundred on hundred
Trapped out the house wit my partners
We went to shopping on midget
We went to cop it and get it, take flights out the city
We go to AZ and send it
We go to AZ and get it
I'm hungry, admit it, I swear I'm conditioned
I served and I hustled on any conditions
Fuck your permission, I'll get to them digits
Come to your town and I get and split it
I get them stacks and get busy
I get that gat and get busy
I take that crack and I flip it
I be in black like a villain
Hop out the 'Lac on some pimping
Step to that bitch like I'm Goldie
Half of these niggas? they bogus
Most of these niggas? they bogus
I go coast to coast, I'm fully loaded
I hit the lights fo' roaches just to scatter
I had to go to work wit heavy metal
I done seen dead bodies in the ghetto
I seen these bitches dancing wit the devil
I seen that money make a bitch evil
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
I fell in love wit a kickstand
I stole that bitch wit my left hand
I'm 'bout to open a meth lab
I set the blow on the jetway
Called up some places fo' sum' big faces
I be in B-More like I'm a Raven
We trap out this bitch 'til the police raid it
I seen that coco turn bad when it get in the pot
I'm sorta like a chef when I'm ova the pot
I'm sorta like a ref when we talk 'bout these streets
Whistle official, my pocket gorilla
We trap out these buildings and make us some millions
Poverty didn't the best of my game
We took all this game and went bought us some chains
We fuckin' these bitches, ain't none of 'em getting claimed
I'm straight up, deranged
I jump out the Range
I go to the Flame on a Wednesday
That molly, that drank and that kush
I think I went ova my limit
Stack after stack after stack
I'm throwing this shit to the ceilin'
Got 3 Audemars and a Bentley
And it's one hell of a feelin'
(Hook)
