Released: April 22, 2014

Songwriter: Nard & B Brandon “B” Rackley James “Nard” Bernard Rosser Jr. Future

Producer: Nard & B

[Intro]
Uh, Fe-Feelin'
You woke up feelin' way better
Way better than the day you did before
You got the whole world in the palm of your hands
You haven't let it go
DJ C-Money in this motherfucker, La Familia
Freeband Gang, we global now

[Chorus]
Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin'
All it took was some patience--Niggas still hatin'
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
Glock .40, lemon squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks nigga I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds, got 'em all on me

[Verse 1]
Hell ya, 'bout that lifestyle, Pradas on me right now
Had to pay my lawyer off 'cause nigga I don't do trial
Bitches I don't do trial, you can keep your comments
I be gettin' this money, 'bout to fuckin vomit
30 on my stomach, tell me "how bad do you want it?"
Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me cocky
All that damn finessin' and I took off like the Jetsons
All that damn stressin' and a nigga start progressin'
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin'
All it took was some patience--Niggas still hatin'
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
Glock .40, lemon squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks nigga I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds, got 'em all on me

[Verse 2]
Ain't no sympathy nigga, ain't no sympathy nigga!
You remember me nigga, know you remember me nigga!
I'ma whip up in them foreigns make you envy me nigga
I'm gon' whip up in them foreigns make you envy me nigga
I got that sack out the front door and I went straight through the back
I was fucked up and starvin', I go stand right in that trap
I'm 'bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta jug out in Clay Co
I won't wear 'em no more, if those shoes a day old
See how consistent I am, see how persistent I am
I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three Lambs
That's an Aventador nigga, that cost a hundred a piece
I went so hard in the streets, I'm 'bout to have me a feast

[Chorus]
Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin'
All it took was some patience--Niggas still hatin'
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
Glock .40, lemon squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks nigga I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds, got 'em all on me

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Future

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn (b. November 20, 1983), popularly known as Future, is an American rapper and singer from Kirkwood, Atlanta, Georgia. He is signed to Epic Records. He is the cousin of Rocko and Rico Wade and a former associate of the Dungeon Family. He first rapped under the stage name Meathead.

Future has made himself known for his extensive use of auto-tune, producing a flurry of hit singles such as “Fuck Up Some Commas” and “Turn On The Lights”, among others.

Future is also known for his hook singing on tracks such as “Buy The World”, “U.O.E.N.O, “Loveeeeee Song” & “Pain”.