Album Cover Stick to the Models

Stick to the Models

FUTURE

7

Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

Yeah, PlutoWent through the clouds, ain′t I never, never comin' down

Never comin′ down, oh

Yeah yeah, yeah

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow

Fuckin' my wrist up,

Fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go′n and hop on a charter

I go to sprintin′, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava

′Cause I'm in that mode,

Everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles

Suicide doors, oh, reachin′ my goals, thankin' my heavenly father

I′m on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle

I′m on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I′ma just stick to the models

I'ma just stick to the models and hit it

I′ma just stick to the guala and get it

I can't come up short, I′m goin' to get it

I can afford to keep all my bitches

I got her laid up, she bad and sadity

I got my weight up, I′m carryin' my city

I got vicarious, my ears, they blurry

Put up, no worries, she know she insured

I keep it real, ain't talkin′ absurd

I lost the feelin′ of drankin' on syrup

Put up them M′s, my Federal Reserve

Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge

Tell you the truth, I come up from the dirt

She play with no panties, a lil' bitty skirt

I hit it on Xanax and I made it squirt

A really rich nigga, and I′m goin' berserk

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow

Fuckin′ my wrist up,

Fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter

I go to sprintin′, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I′m not a jogger

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava

'Cause I′m in that mode,

Everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles

Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin′ my heavenly father

I'm on my grind, ain′t no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle

I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I′ma just stick to the models

I got two blonde snow bunnies

Sendin′ me pics to the 'Gram

I got some bitches, they linin′ up

They wanna fuck me just 'cause who I am

I fucked them gold digging bitches

I never will love her or trust her, but pay her

Lookin′ out for her, but ain't takin′ care of her

She know it ain't no way in hell

I keep it real with you, keep it real with me

That's all we can do

Know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me

Shawty get wet as a pool

We call it fair game

When it come down to my bros and swappin′ the hoes

I send my main thang to get your main thang

We gon′ fuck that ho on the low

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow

Fuckin' my wrist up,

Fuckin′ a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter

I go to sprintin′, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava

′Cause I'm in that mode,

Everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles

Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin′ my heavenly father

I′m on my grind, ain't no slowin′ down, I done put up the bottle

I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I′ma just stick to the models

I keep it real, ain't talkin′ absurd

I lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrup

Put up them M′s, my Federal Reserve

Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge

Two blonde snow bunnies

Sendin′ me pics to the 'Gram

Deal with you

Who know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me

Shawty get wet as a pool

Who know how to

Deal with you