200歌词
歌手：Future 专辑：SUPER SLIMEY
作词 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Jeffery Williams
作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Jeffery Williams
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these ******
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I'm on a diet
I'ma chase it like Usain
All this money bring a ***** 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
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin'
My ****** bangin' burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my ******' 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, yeah, are 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 ****** like us
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
作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Jeffery Williams
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these ******
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I'm on a diet
I'ma chase it like Usain
All this money bring a ***** 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
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin'
My ****** bangin' burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my ******' 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, yeah, are 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 ****** like us
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
