Future — CUDDLE MY WRIST

[Intro] Zaytoven Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit' Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my, cu- Cuddle my, cuddle [Chorus] Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist [Refrain] I got that monkey on my back I walk around with 500 racks I keep the city on my shoulders Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks I put a kit on a Bentayga Dr. Miami, the ass fat Nigga wanna play with the Murda Squad Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch [Verse 1] Goyard as soon as the bag got packed Zone 6, sure, I ain't showing no slack Never been a quitter, I'ma turn it to the max Lean in my liver, I've been taking good batch Real dope dealers don't hang around rats Four by four, sitting taller than a 'Lac Margiela on my toes, sittin' way in the back Canary yellow gold, Rollie and a Mac Glock four-oh, plastic gat VV coated, sitting on my chest Pussy ass niggas don't call no threat I'm a big dog, you ain't nothin' but a pet Weak ass nigga boutta run outta check Tryna keep up, better step up your neck Had to eat it up when I caught the baguettes Snackin' on me, it ain't nothin' to address [Chorus] Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist [Verse 2] Fifty-five mil' on my carats I never had to go in the vault Fishscale when you speak my status Future already done picked up the phone We on a regular line, nigga I can't talk to you nothin' 'bout the raw I heard you seen a nigga get flatline You better not tell them none what you saw Soon as I drop, I got flexed up Fuck all that drama, got heat tucked Ice out the hittas, my cuts up Yellow gold Presi, it bust up Young nigga already pushed the Ferrari I came in with the head off Jumbo Patek gon' crush your career All these wheels, got dust on the wheel So many foreigns, a car dealership Poured up my cup when I hopped on the Lear Drippin' severe, the God is here Dic's in here, I got chartered here [Refrain] I got that monkey on my back I walk around with 500 racks I keep the city on my shoulders Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks I put a kid on a Bentayga Dr. Miami, the ass fat Nigga wanna play with the murda squad Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch [Chorus] Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist