Future (feat. Ace Hood, Wale, Meek Mill, Vado & Big Sean) - DJ Khaled

Before the rollie, before the fame Before the money, before the game Before them bitches Before they ever knew my name Before the rollie, before the rollie Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money Before the rollie, before the rollie The same circle, the same homies My same niggas, no new friends Since day one, nigga no loose ends Just a young nigga, outchea every day I'mma get it by any means That was just my mind frame Before the Gucci and Louis Before the Rollie dog I won't do it They nigga fuck with me when I was broke You ain't gonna stunt with me when I do it Talk is cheap gotta put in that work Remember them days I was ridin' in the merk No A/C cause the shit don't work Plus no radio to make shit worse I'da come a long way and they know it, Fuck where you at its about where you goin' Can't sit around and wait for no money Ain't no naw nigga can't do it Boy I did this shit for my niggas Since day one I been a go getter Now my money right and these hoes on me Ho well go figure (Hoodnation) Ain't never had shit for' my dream Ain't never sell no work to them fiends Ain't never snitchin' and tell on my dogs Wakin' up every day for that cream Nigga I was down and out in that field So stressed out because of them deals Ain't no kinda hope in my city Most my homies dead or in jail Every night I toss and I turn Feelin' like the Devil all on my back Still I'm praying times get better Had a few thoughts sell in that pack Boy my mom gon' cuss me out, Runnin' her blood pressure so high When that money comin' in slow It'll be a couple homies that rot I'm that same nigga from out of Deerfield Ain't shit changed except a rap deal Gotta live nigga actin' funny, Now I know how niggas in the trap feel Ya'll rather me broke than be fucked up And my same hood and those same chucks I look back today throw prayers up Now I never forget where I came from Before the rollie man it was cuffs Hard times man shit was tough I was told don't trust niggas Be the main ones to come and hit you up Still ridin' round like I ain't rich as fuck Young niggas we clippin' up Before the rollie hoes fronted on me Now I pull up on em like bitch whats up? Young niggas ballin' Fuck niggas hatin' Before I had a rollie I ain't have no patience A nigga ran up on me, Bitch ass situations We cap'n gown you pussy niggas ain't talkin' graduation See there was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist Something 'bout that Rollie when I fucked your bitch Cause it caught her eye and she sucked my dick She told you lies and you trust that bitch Like hol' up Ya'll niggas hatin' on me When all these bad bitches waitin' on me And all that shit you pray on me, I still kill niggas like shame on me

You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high Do it, do it, I'mma fuckin' do it These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay PSA for any nigga standin' in the way You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems Oh God! I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems You don't, you don't want these problems, you don't want these problems Out in Vegas like Lamar, third floor Tropicana Fascinated with the cars, smokin' dope in the Phantom Teflon's on the rise, I despise propaganda Camouflage Mac-11, I should set an example Never baptized, as I walk through the fires The pain and the flame never match my desires Crucified cause I'm rich, in the coupe, take a pic On the phone at the light, Kelly Rowland's a friend Catfish in the Benz, Manti Teo's a sucker Plaques on the wall, hustler so I can say "fuck 'em" Bel Air for the hoes, Ciroc in the pool My bitch is a stripper, her name is April's A Fool Do it, do it, I'mma fuckin' do it These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay PSA for any nigga standin' in the way You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems I said "haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" That's what the title say Cause I'm rich, homie, it's why you feel some kind of way She threw the pussy and I caught it, presidential by 40 That drop hit from Europe, that coupe got deported I turn coke boy to that corporate money, big choppa, I'm walkin' funny Money talk but you ain't talkin' money, you ain't even got no corporate money Haaaaaaan! Whip game proper, I'mma make it work Versace, nigga know who did it first We the best, Khaled tried to told yah TRUUUU! You just second best, Kelly Rowland (hahaha, I'm just playin' babe) Uh, renegade like Em and Jay VIP section, started out from section 8 Arm and Hammer, I be armed with the hammer If it was a slumber party, I'd be fresh in pajamas Silence the shawty, I'm killin' them softly They slept on me, I stopped sellin' work and started sellin' them coffee You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high I stay jumpin' out that thing ho, I swear that's word to my momma I took risks with that 'caine, ho and I sold work for my momma These niggas don't want no drama These niggas don't want no problems These niggas don't want no beef Have 'em walkin' out with that choppa These norm niggas don't play that They murk somethin', I'll tell you that 200 change for this Mulsanne and the wheel's a fortune, Pat Sajak We catch cases, don't say jack Don't talk work cause they tape that Don't sell the work where we lay at And don't spend the bread you can't make back, no Rest in peace I'mma start murderin' and bodyin' beats Ain't no defeatin' the eye of the beast And I'm laughin' at people who try to compete Name any rapper that's fuckin' with me I'm who these niggas pretendin' to be Claimin' you wantin' these problems Tell momma get flowers and plannin' your funeral speech My sanctuary's that cemetery My choppa, named it "Obituary" Act up, Tyler Perry Boy you sweeter than February Real nigga, I define that You don't even need no dictionary You ain't even 'bout that life So these shooters with me ain't necessary Do it, do it, I'mma fuckin' do it These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay PSA for any nigga standin' in the way You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You ain't know You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You ain't know You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You ain't know You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You ain't know Yeah, you don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems Oh God! I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems You don't, you don't want these problems, you don't want these problems

God (Yea) Oh God, Boi, (Yea) G.O.O.D. (MMG, Nigga) Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked Right back to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet Cause we next and we flex like 90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations Cause me... I wasn't made for that shit But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city End of story, nigga P.S All white Maybach Greenbay they packed Y'all niggas was slackin' 'member the hard nights we trappin' And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera inserted back Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at? I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain't going back I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, nigga Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break) Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline) The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn Bitch I had one shot and I ain't blow it Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra Burn bitch I let it burn bitch My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swirv, swirv) Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit Oh that's your girl? Damn nigga you ain't learn shit She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell Same shit different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day Don't turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's My Rollie don't tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom... lil' bitch Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break) Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline) The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

Uhh DJ Khaled Yeah Meek Milly Yo, turn the music up a little bit We The Best Yeah Free Boosie, real nigga In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga I used to say, "I know how you feel, nigga" It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Had my hood hating, I done came up I don't know if it's the money or the fake stuff Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up Friends turn to foes when you're in a Rolls Model bitches turn to hoes 'cause a nigga froze Got them people taking pictures, let a nigga pose 'Cause I get paid for reading scripts, been getting shows Poppin' bottles it sound like a MAC-10 Phantom be so big, beep when I back in I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston And I ain't got an album, but I got these niggas balling out I'm gone Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job- Ace Hood Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type Seen a millie, now it's hard for me to sleep at night I'm the type to flood the Rollie like it's New Orleans (woo) Bet that all my niggas ball like I'm Mr. Clean From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter I'm 17 on every scene, I need my bread and butter (butter) Used to run the streets, but now I'm running every summer (summer) Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass Know they hating, I just tell 'em, "Kiss the paper tags" Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacy Dash Plus my Rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad Free my niggas locked, free my nigga caged Fuck the system, yeah, you know we on the same page Niggas love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg Hate to see a nigga shining like some Armor All Loyalty over royalty, that's my common law We The Best, the logo, and I'm with my fucking boss (Khaled) He just tell me murder niggas, would think of Holocaust Kill the hottest young'n in and what you niggas thought Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas (salute) (Ace, what up?) And shout out to the real bitches (say what) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to- Plies They took a half a M nigga, out the bank nigga If you want to whip 'em pussy nigga, blank nigga And I put that red dot right where you think nigga Hood nigga still wearing cuban linx nigga I'm on the Ave., nigga riding in a cutlass You that talking nigga, you know you a pussy A real nigga, real life, no rap shit And I can promise you this ain't what you want, bitch 30 mill' and I still ain't been to LIV nigga 'Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real niggas When you see me in the field, tell me how you feel nigga And we some kids to each other if you real nigga And they ain't telling none of my young nigga to chill, nigga We all shooters, nigga, and all us on the pills nigga Ain't got a yacht, but nigga the size of Shaquille, nigga And before you try me nigga, you better write your will, nigga Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas

You hear that right there? That sounds light but that's three hundred thousand, n- I'm triple OG in my hood These h- call me "Big daddy" Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy Stand in the corner in some sh- that look like I paid like a milli' for, woo Blowin' this money, I heard that they askin' 'round town what he really worth, woo Most these n- be really broke, I went the harder way, boy had a penny first Now this b- is gon' get this work I tell her "Keep on them heels and that mini skirt" She Googled my net worth Lookin' like, "What is his neck worth?" My shooters, they shoot at your head like the rim just to see if the net work I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work (yeah) You n- so lame that my b- won't f- unless you cut a check first Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy (uh) Pulled up in somethin' that look like a milli', a n- put me up on Ain't gotta sell it but he say the p- a drug that he re-up on Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginóbili, you b- get D'ed up on You mad at me? Go get mad at your n- 'fore I put my sneakers on He copped me this wrist game Now it's just us at the Knicks game I might have to take him on tour just to f- in Australia, Brisbane Your time is ticking, you b- will be around shorter than Vine vids (yeah) You watch your mouth or my n- will shoot up the club like what Shyne did Your b-call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy (rrrrr) Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy B- ain't stupid, you b- ain't stupid, you b- ain't stupid, is you? Front like she tough but that b- keep on crying, get this b- a tissue For what it's worth, when I took him, I could tell he would never miss you I ain't even wanna diss you, but tell me, what is this b- issue? Still on top, pretty-pretty b- gang Still-still tight, pistol-pistol still bang Yo' n- call me "Big mama" Let him eat the p- then I dip on him (kyuh) Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy

قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري الكبدة اتقطعت بين زوج من Oran ل Marseille دلّالي من Oran ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي Les vagues s'écrasent sur les roches, fauchent, façades moches Vie de cloche poche, vie de pez fastoche Mais la poisse accroche ma face de métèque Je viens du bled, pleins de verbes dans les bagages Ca je tiens ma rage dans ma gorge La plage déserte me pousse au cafard Tu traînes dans les bars tard le soir Où les soûlards se filent au rasoir Spliff noir dans le cendar Je sombre dans le mégotrip égoïste Jette mes tripes dans la musique Mars, ma ville, un plateau Où le désert avance, un gâteau partagé à 10 Mes khos pendus à un lasso Nourri au gaz de ville, à la lumière orange Comme elle, je dérange, étranger aux pensées etrangers حتى نقول نبطل وترضى لي علي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي Tellement نبغيها يا نبدا نجيبها من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من Oran ل Marseille دلالي Des odeurs de couscous, de tajine, de pruneau De mafé, yassa, poisson frais Pâtes carbo les épices me collent à la peau Assise là, les pieds dans l'eau sous l'œil du tréo Ma ville s'éveille chaque matin quand les fourmis s'en vont au boulot Fragile, emporte ta faux, situation où tout le monde se marre L'économica autre comme une vieille bécane Pluries Ethnie cohabitation naturelle Les cultures, les mœurs, les couleurs dansent comme dans une aquarelle Seul le Serval dévoile la face B de la carte postale Atone cache les nuages, un cercueil passe, mauvais présage L'ennui vainqueur, sueur, peur devant les seringues de l'horreur Le noir château entré sans un mot Mars aspire au renouveau خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافها من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافهم من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي يانا بغيت لقليبي المحنة الفاكرة من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي