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[Intro: Young Thug] Everything right Everything right Everything right Now everything right Fuck all these niggas Everything right, we rockin' Givenchy I only drink Actavis, I'm on a diet I'ma chase it like Usain All this money bring a nigga new pain Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Young Thug] I got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my car and then I doze Up and down the E-way, risk it all 'bout this dough And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a mole [Verse 1: Young Thug] I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin' My niggas bangin' burgundy like the Redskins I got all type of tattoos on my fuckin' shin I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints I been blowed a mil' on jewelry, but it's past tense Supercharge it, make it sound like it's raggly I'm ridin' with the cutter, I'm Blood like my brothers and MAC-10 Diamonds on me talkin', they harassin' No shoulda, could, and would, I got these racks in Came a long way from a shed Now we spend millions on cribs You get somethin' too, don't trip My eyes 'bout low as a brim I smoke the tree limb, tree limb No gang, big deal [Verse 2: Future & Young Thug] I'm tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini, standin' on two wheels I got the racks on me now, could buy me a cruise ship I just got an iPhone 8 and I already stored it with 200 hoes You smell the money on me, come from off my clothes Majority of the 'fits I wear, you'll never find in stores You might as well go'n, on, on home Money long, long, long, long All the way up to Mercury Any time I come out, gotta at least step out with a three piece I've been in my bag lately Take three drugs at once, lately Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi I came out the slums, I Got Hermes in a headlock If she ain't up to par, she 'bout to get dead docked Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, 'cause I'm righteous Got a few Vice Lords for some friends, some of 'em Disciples And can't nothin' come in between niggas like us (Yeah yeah), hey [Chorus: Young Thug] I got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my car and then I doze Up and down the E-way, risk it all 'bout this dough And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a mole