Lyrics

[Intro: Future] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Future] Drank and dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (Metro) Hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (Super) Boominati turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (Metro) Hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah I'm on that dope again, I'm on that flow again Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah (Switch it) Fly than a parachute, grippin' that pole again I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Future] Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?) King of the streets (Yeah), young nigga made Sprayin' up the crowd (What?), take it to the grave Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star Nigga get rich, better take it to war (Yeah) Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in a 'gar Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow I put a brand new Rollie on your arm Ain't movin' slow, but I'm still on oil (Skrrt) Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost (Frost) Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (All the way up) Step up the swag when I step on a broad [Verse 2: Future] Two dollar half, ooh, that's the cheapest one Stackin' these hundreds up, like coupons Told you from the begin, upper echelon I get to stackin' up, I'm untouchable I get to represent, money multiple I'm at the top of the charts, unapproachable Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor Tic-Tac-Toe, kill another vulture Sellin' the bowls, bitch do yoga I deserve awards, servin' these boulders A hundred grand large when I shop, that's the total Fill up the garage, bitch, I'm a mogul Ain't no facadin', ain't no fugazi I jump it off, I get paid Drop top Royce, I'm goin' crazy I push off, smokin' on haze (Woah) Not tryna floss, Cartier shades [Chorus: Future] Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?) King of the streets (Yeah), young nigga made Sprayin' up the crowd (What?), take it to the grave