712PM Lyrics – Future

[Intro: Future]
TM88!
Wheezy outta here!

[Verse 1: Future]
Sitting behind five percent
You can see the chinain
Lil' one going crazy
Ready to sprrt for the ginang
If it wasn’t for Google
Man that b!tch wouldn't know my nickname
Dropped a Maybach truck on a watch
And it was plain jane
Let the door swang
Swang the door open, smell cocaine
Trafficking drug money
And trap outta this one lane
Stepped all in mud
This b!tch can't wait to tie my shoelace
Oh, she don’t like girls
Bet this money make a b!tch so gay

[Chorus: Future]
Money real long, big as King Kong
When you make the trap go jump
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones
I'm putting on that stuff
Digging in hеr back, pull out my money
Make a b!tch bust a nut
Came out thе bando just to buy diapers
Had to hit me a l!ck
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money
Haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo
These days put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain lit up
Sitting behind five percent

[Verse 2: Future]
Every time I re-up
They gotta advance at least twenty M
I been getting richer
And richer my whole career
Took the dope money
Went and record a mixtape
It's rappers way out
Sitting on a bail toting a big K
Ain't even got a couch
To Australia, I'm familiar
Spent two million on a jet
In that dualie doing the dash
I let lil' dawg he hold a TEC
I got mollies with the crystals
But I been back doing X
Got a Rolex on my wrist
This b!tch cost 'bout a Corvette
Give these n!ggas a couple bands
And hit your face and hit your chest
I was rolling off the pills
I should’ve never f**ked the b!tch
I got hoes these n!ggas married
I don’t let 'em go, they come through
I got my fentanyl in my diamonds
I spend a nine on a pair of shoes
I don’t even care who these n!ggas shot at
Ain't nobody got merked
I got some real killers
They'll kill a n!gga, then go
And shoot up the hearse
You think a n!gga like me give a f**k
'bout a n!gga shooting up the church?
I gotta take this sh!t up with God
’cause I'm a God on the earth
I got this motherf**king new Benz
I ain't even drove it since it came out
Couple of bad b!tches, they twins
Walking naked through my house
Cook good dope up in the kitchen
I could do that top shelf
B!tches still claiming me
I ain't f**ked over yet

[Chorus: Future]
Cartier wrist, Cartier watch
Cartier diamond buff
Money real long, big as King Kong
When you make the trap go jump
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones
I'm putting on that stuff
Digging in her back, pull out my money
Make a b!tch bust a nut
Came out the bando just to buy diapers
Had to hit me a l!ck
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money
Haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo
These days put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain lit up
Sitting behind five percent

[Outro: Future]
Sitting behind five percent
You can see the chinain
Lil' one going crazy
Ready to sprrt for the ginang
Stepped all in mud
This b!tch can't wait to tie my shoelace
Oh, she don't like girls
Bet this money make a b!tch so gay