Futuristic (feat. Ill $werve & Tracy Melvin)

Yeah, aye I'm on that futuristic shit Car a space ship Lil baby get me lit Pour it up and take a sip You got a job? I can't relate to that Making all these haters mad Spending all this money But I make it right back yeah I'm bout to tell you what I'ma do You just don't know what the drama do I had to sleep with an open eye Never going to the other side I was in the kitchen baking it Knew some niggas that be faking it All they doing now is hating me They ain't got nothing to say to me Everything you say is make believe Never ever ask me what I need This my life and it's what I bleed It's what I eat and it's all I see I try to set an example Watch as I flex on a sample Ain't got no time for no scandal Joint on the clutch and a handle Futuristic shit, car a space ship Lil baby get me lit Pour it up and take a sip You got a job? I can't relate to that Making all these haters mad Spending all this money But I make it right back yeah Girl give me that lap dance Maybe even let me smash Pussy wet, baja blast Do my thing and then I dash Thought that I liked you but I really didn't Never the same when you finally hit it Don't ask me questions about how I'm living I just get money cause I own the business I always be swerving through the city Like that? When you see me in the Beamer Or the white G class Either pay me or I don't show up Hundred bands worth of Gucci in the Trump Aye, I'm on that futuristic shit Car a space ship Lil baby get me lit Pour it up and take a sip You got a job? I can't relate to that Making all these haters mad Spending all this money But I make it right back yeah