Welcome To The Future
(Intro: Bob Marley interview taken by BBC)
You never saw the gunmen?
At that time, no
But you know who did it?
Yes
Where they caught?
Well, but I don't call the police. It's just one of them things
(Intro: French Montana)
You a dead nigga, Montana, P. Reign, Drizzy, wassup, nigga?
Chug, Auti, OVO, nigga, coke boy, haaaa, aye aye aye aye
(Verse: P Reign)
Put the money ova b**ches, hoe
Think I'm playn, I'mma let em know
We treat yo chicks like fish, nigga
Catch em and then we let em go
Get em beep and naked hit
I'mma murder sh*t, p**s the flow
Told the Remi King don't kiss the ring
They be lick the throne
Yeah, now momma, show me how you kiss it
I'm in love with the pussy
But I'll murder that kitten
If ya still wipe the hose
I won't be caught there kissin'
She gon' swallow every bit
Got her mouth babysittin'
And my young'n same chair
Just let me worry bout em
Left em niggas talkin' beef
Homie, don't make a burger out em
This the south side, nigga
I'm a south side nigga
Turn yo f**kin' insides to your outsides, nigga
Suck my jewels, go ahead, my dudes all bad
But your goons won't bust
Y'all the blue balls gang
I chase money, not pride
But dare a nigga run up on me
And that will be his very last day job
(Hook)
(You a dead nigga) If you threaten me
f**k a gun charge, we take the felony
And welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
I be whippin' up, I got that recipe
You smell like money, baby, is cuz she's huggin' me
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
(Verse 2: Montana)
Montana! Coke boys ova y'all, on the same sum
Gettin' head in the rae, shawty brainstarter
I was the last on the corner, like 8-ball
Bumpin' 3-6, MJG 8 bar
AK my dudes, I be strapped down and I move
Niggas fight, man, that's you
Hunid fifty grand that coupe
I got hunid grands in hunids
I got fifty grand in twenties
Hit that stripclub we startin'
Then we f**k any b**ch we wanted
Put a dub line this week
Need five hunid lines this week
And that money talk hoe
And whpe my speakers blow
Me and Drizzy talk hoes, I let them killas go
No love on thugs, see ya at the crossroads
(Hook x2)
You a dead nigga If you threaten me
f**k a gun charge, we take the felony
And welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
I be whippin' up, I got that recipe
You smell like money, baby, is cuz she's huggin' me
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
