200 Lyrics - Future

Everything right 

Everything right 

Everything right 

Everything right 

All these niggas 

Everything right, you back in Givenchy 

I only drink Actavis, I'm on a diet 

I'ma chase it like Hussain 

All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah) 

Yeah, yeah 

I got at least 200 hoes 

Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze 

Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough 

And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat 

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I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin' 

My niggas bangin' burgundy like the Redskins 

I got all type of tattoos on my fuckin' shin 

I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints 

I've been blown a mil' on jewelry, but it's past tense 

Super charge it, make it sound like it's raggly 

I'm ridin' with the cutter, I'm Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10 

Diamonds on me talkin', they harassin' 

No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in 

Came a long way from a Chevy 

Now we spend millions on cribs 

You get somethin' too, don't trip 

My eyes 'bout low as a brim 

I smoke the tree limb, tree limb 

No gang, big deal 

Photos 

I'm tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin' on two wheels 

I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship 

I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes 

You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes 

My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores 

You might as well gon', gon', gon' home 

Money long, long, long, long 

All way up to Mercury 

Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece 

I've been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately 

Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi 

I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock 

If she ain't up to par, she 'bout to get dead docked 

Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious 

I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, 'cause I'm righteous 

Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of 'em disciples 

And can't nothin' come between niggas like us 

Yeah yeah, I got at least 200 hoes 

Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze 

Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough 

And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat