Future — Appetite

[Hook] I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young nigga leave you niggas stanky I don't know what the fuck you thinkin' I don't know what the fuck you drinkin' I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young nigga leave you niggas stanky I don't know what you niggas drinkin' I don't know what the fuck you thinkin' [Verse 1] John F Kennedy nigga My style straight up killing you niggas Red bottom, Balenciaga, Balmain Like I got a bald head, nigga Michael jordan Come and fly with me I'm on a private jet Come and smoke with me I smoke a pound of ses Rich Gang nigga I can get you out a lot of debt Big faced chicks, like I hit the Georgia Lottery Like I hit the jackpot too Any bitches coming by the three I'm at the royal pawn with all the ice Build a hundred thousand on some dice [Hook] I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young nigga leave you niggas stanky I don't know what the fuck you thinkin' I don't know what the fuck you drinkin' I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young nigga leave you niggas stanky I don't know what you niggas drinkin' I don't know what the fuck you thinkin' [Verse 2] I done washed my hands, with a lot of mula Choppers in the night nigga, Freddie Krueger Niggas scared, a million dollars Run for president and they dead Muhammed Ali nigga Cassius Clay Hit the vault with the dope like anime Beat the dope till the dope won't whip Four Fifths hanging off a nigga hips Spent eighty thousand bands Sak's Fifth Twenty bucks from a hundred on the shoes Spin your top nigga, put you on the news Spent two-hundred-thirty-thousand on a coupe [Hook] I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young nigga leave you niggas stanky I don't know what the fuck you thinkin' I don't know what the fuck you drinkin' I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young nigga leave you niggas stanky I don't know what you niggas drinkin' I don't know what the fuck you thinkin' [Verse 3] Driving under the influence of Benjamins Ski mask over my face I'mma business man Sixteen ounces of raw codeine Swapped out five Ms with whoadie These bitches that don't understand what go on behind the scene I'm rocking my gold Audemar and that bitch will bling You watching my watches Not even knowing what my shit costs Most of these niggas faking fugazi and they flossin' Leasing your car, renting your jewelry, saying you bosses Title the cars, title the houses, and my office On the dime, my brother, my la familia, I'mma off him Rich nigga shit I'm turning down million dollar offers [Hook] I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young nigga leave you niggas stanky I don't know what the fuck you thinkin' I don't know what the fuck you drinkin' I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young nigga leave you niggas stanky I don't know what you niggas drinkin' I don't know what the fuck you thinkin'