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200 (Clean) - Future (未來小子)/Young Thug

Written by：Future/Young Thug

Young Thug：

Everything right

Everything right

Everything right

Everything right

All these n**gas

Everything right we rockin' Givenchy

I only drink Actavis I'm on a diet

I'ma chase it like Usain

All this money bring a n**ga new pain woah woah woah

Yeah yeah

I got at least 200 hoes

Fresh to death and I leave my car and then I doze

Up and down and you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough

And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a mole

I bought my moms a car it felt amazin'

My n**gas bang in burgundy like the redskins

I got all type of tattoos on my f**kin' 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 shed

Now we spend millions on cribs

You'll get somethin' too don't trip

My eyes 'bout low as a brim

I smoke the tree limb tree limb

No gang big deal

Future：

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

Majority of my fits I wear yeah are never found in stores

You might as well gon' gon' gon' home

Money long long long long

All the way up to Mercury

Any time I come out gotta at least step out with a three piece

I've been in my bag lately

Take three *** 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 parrrr 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 n**gas like us

Young Thug：

I got at least 200 hoes

Fresh to death and I leave my car and then I doze

Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough

And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat