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Ooh ooh ooh tomorrow, (Tomorrow, tomorrow)
Tomorrow, (Tomorrow, tomorrow) Yea
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow )Talkin' now
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow) I'm right now
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow) Ain't no thing as tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow) The way we today
Tomorrow, (Tomorrow, tomorrow) Talkin' right now

(2 Chainz!) Dreads hang on everything
Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Wang
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho
Man, these I got on, these the hardest I've done seen
It look when you pour it; I remix it make it dirty
If she got good head and me I text back and tell her "hurry"
that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George head butt
OG's fed us, now young niggas fed up
so hard, I deserve a and one
Baking marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously.
You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my
And I'm to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya, head
I'm be fresh as if the Feds watching

I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as if the Feds watching (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as if the Feds watching (Tell 'em)
Drop top, head

I'm be as hell if the Feds watching (Yeah)
I'm be as hell if the Feds watching (True!)
I'm be as hell if the Feds watching (Yeah)
top, head bopping

Grams to Grammy's, two guns
Niggas put their Glock on your ass, fuck Heather B
Pumping that amphetamine, all this D I'm
I be somewhere settling, somewhere you have never been
To the top you been, you might need a respirator
Money on the rise like I'm counting on a
You gon' need a detonator swimming them barracudas
Put the rocket on ma'fucka prosecutor
Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you
I'm so fly I jumped out the air Gucci (Tell 'em!)
I'm raw, California Rolls
California weed with California hoes (True!)
Sending flicks to my in the state pen
I got some pants made out off snake skin
See them shades you got on call
And the shade I got on eight bands