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Future Bright by Rick Ross


[Intro: Rick Ross]
The biggest
Bryson
Your future so bright
The flyest sh*t
It’s time to take ’em down, baby
Maybach Music
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Yo, (Big Billionaire)
Still got the yayo flyin’ in from all the West Coast
Fleet of cars all red like this was death row
Keep it gangsta, never singin’ like it’s “Danny Boy”
All she seen was Givenchy soon as I ran up on her
Begin at what you eat, I’ma change your lifestyle (Boss)
Lamborghinis at Checkers, a nigga iced out (Woo)
From the back I f**k her long term (Huh)
No trippin’, trust me, shawty, this won’t hurt (Huh)
New G wagon, that’s just to go get your nails did
Big fishin’ I’ma get you niggas at LIV
I got a plug and it’s comin’ out of Panama (Huh)
I got a plug and it’s comin’ out of Panama
A petty problem had your ass doin’ 30 years
Boy, the future bright, it’s time to touch these 30 M’s
Cocaine and Maybachs throughout the catalog
Expensive wheels for pretty b**ches, I had ’em all (Boss)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Shorty said she wanna floss like me (Like me)
Never trip about the cost like me (Like me)
Live lavish and call the shots like me (Me)
Then f**k with a young boss like me
You got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no
Pull out the stops like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby f**k with a-, f**k, f**k, f**k with a-, f**k with a-
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Rollin’ deep, show and tell by the gang unit
All the gangstas show me love and they bang to it (Uh)
Our future bright, I wanna handle your retirement
Life insurance, policy with the Pyrex (Uh)
Kingpin so it’s smoother than a one-two
Got you the same whip I got your mom too (Huh)
Do it big and sh*t, I’m talkin’ until
Junior Mafia niggas’ll let the guns loose (Bang)
Bad b**ch better show me what her tongue do (Huh)
Dapper Dan Gucci suits that I could run through (Huh)
My niggas comin’ up like it was coke prices (Huh)
How can you be trippin’, nigga, with no snipers? (Huh)
Step-steppin’ off the jets, still in the hair-rollers
She rock with dopeboys, all shareholders
20 stacks, blow it all in Fashion Nova
What I’m smokin’, you can smell from California (Boss)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Shorty said she wanna floss like me (Floss like me)
Never trip about the cost like me (Cost like me)
Live lavish and call the shots like me (Call the shots)
Then f**k with a young boss like me
I know you got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no
Pull out the stop like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby f**k with a-, f**k, f**k, f**k with a-, f**k with a-
[Outro]
Maybach Music



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