Future — Sht Remix

[Intro: Future] Ear Drummers Mike WiLL Made-It Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Shit! [Chorus: Future] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit [Verse 1: Drake] Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there So you know it's all good when I come there I hear you talk about your city like you run that And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there, nigga But I had to come through for the remix On my haven’t-done-a-verse-in-eight-weeks shit And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot shit Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks, though And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice-grill hating I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing I'll call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melo deal You need to come to OVO for a better deal Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mil' And niggas say it’s all good That’s how you better feel, nigga, nah! Fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas That's why we never gave a fuck When a fuck nigga switched up, damn! [Chorus: Future & Juicy J] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit!), nigga, you ain't bought shit (Shit!) Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (Shit!), nigga, you ain't popped shit (Shit!) All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit!), nigga, you ain't shot shit (Shit!) Spending money on these hoes (Shit!), nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Shit!) Mike-Will Made It! Let's get it! (Ma-fi-UH!) [Verse 2: Juicy J] If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit I'm in the bathroom getting head from yo' bitch And I ain't paying her shit You want beef? You don't know who you playing with (Hey!) I tell my pilot to land the jet (Hey!) I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off (Hey!) Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at (Hey!) I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage Your money funny like Jim Carrey I got a bitch and she super bad like Halle And we still keeping that white like Barry I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me Nigga, you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me I got all this cake and shooters with me Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece What it is, my nigga? What it's hittin' for? (Hey!) Where the car you were whippin' in you video? (Hey!) Where the ice at, nigga? Where them pretty hoes? (Hey!) You a fraud, real niggas already know (Hey!) Broke-ass niggas, I can't stand 'em (Hey!) I hit 'em with the cannon I'm buying off the mall at random (Hey!) Juicy J, that nigga fresh to death (Hey!) Smoke it 'til it's nothing left Peel off, then I'm ghost in my Phantom [Chorus: Future] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit