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Nayvadius Cash (born Nayvadius Wilburn on November 20, 1983), better known by his stage name Future, is an American musician from Kirkwood, Atlanta, Georgia. He is signed to the record label Epic Records. more »

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2019

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Said she wanna go mi yard (go)
Pon road to a real nigga heart, ayy (to my heart)
Said she wanna hit the mall 
Wanna show it off like a movie star, ayy
Said she used to the fraud (fraud)
Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Ayy 
She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything
The tings that she want, ayy
I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice
Told you sip syrup, or take my advice
It ain't no worries when you standing by my side
You look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe

She said she wan' go ah yard
Pon da road, she know me par too 'ard, ayy
She said she wan' go down ah West End
Fi spend money pon ah blouse and frock, ayy
She said she wan' buy a Givenchy bag, bag small but di price dem large
An' me say anyting ah anyting so mi ah go buy anyting that she want
She moving like a queen
Had to look twice
I told her baby girl, "Hey, everyting nice"
You ain't gotta worry, 'cause I got you to the end
You ain't lookin' like a five, girl, you lookin' like a ten, so

Iced out down girl, keep it on loyal
Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah
And, maybe, do what I do it like, woah, woah, woah
Take me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto
She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up
Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder (yeah)

Say she never been to Selfridges, never been to Harrods
I should send you Primark just to keep a balance
One man to your pum pum, I could imagine
Good pussy feels better when gyal its a challenge
Trippy young nigga always flexing, it's apparent
You see me with a 10/10, just can't lower my standards
They saying she a gold digger but I ain't a broke nigga
When her ex's couldn't get the bill she was embarrassed, so
I could be your Santa baby, with some claws though
Could never put a ring on any hoe, hoe, hoe
Way she wine sweet, what's that moscato?
Eh tik and tok, make it clap, bravo (yeah)

She a bad lil' vibe, I'ma freak til the morn'
With the late-night lovin' got me tryna call on ya (late)
F*ck your ex, that nigga old news (uh)
You just need someone to go to
And she knows she a bad lil' momma
Givenchy, nah wan' no Dolce Gabbana
She finessing, never care about karma
Still I think that pussy might be worth all the drama, for real
On the eastside with this ice on chill, hey
I'm with the mandem still
But you could be mine, baby signed and sealed

Iced out down girl, keep it on loyal
Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah
And, maybe, do what I do it like, woah, woah, woah
Take me one more round, you gon' hit the lotto
She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up
Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder (yeah)

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