First Off Lyrics - Future

Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) 

I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby 

(ATL Jacob) 

I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto) 

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis) 

First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Ooh) 

First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt) 

I put the Patek water on, but I got options (Yeah) 

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no 

Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls 

Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws (Yeah) 

Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi 

I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me (Yeah) 

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Started off surfin' on a codeine wave 

I don't exchange info with these niggas 

They some opps, you can kill 'em, they ain't with us 

Ordered a pound of gas to smoke, I need a fill up (Yeah) 

Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla 

Hella freaky with me, know you gon' get hit up 

Steppin' over dead bodies in Margielas 

I touched a hundred M's and I've been gettin' better (Ooh) 

In a red Bugatti, gave it right to valet 

Shoot his head off right, it get you new Sheneneh 

Shootin' dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae 

We had to work the one on 'em, it was a good payday 

It was a teenager, they put him on the news where I'm from 

He let off 40 shots, he can't get no bond 

Closed on when he shoppin', when he kill him, he young 

They ever get caught snitchin', they gon' cut off your tongue 

I can't wait 'til they set the rat up, yeah 

I was catchin' juugs, now a nigga a millionaire 

I get the rap check and I avoid the paps 

I get NBA money and ain't been in the draft 

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Yeah, I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) 

I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby 

I'm a street nigga and I stay faded 

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it 

First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Straight up) 

First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Uh) 

I put the Patek water on, but I got options 

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no 

Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls 

Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws 

Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi 

I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me 

Bound to cut off where it's dim and pour above the rim (Yeah) 

Get the backend at the door and let the dogs kill (Dogs) 

Point 'em out, then turn around, that's how we let 'em in 

Paranoid, one conversation, then I switch the SIM (Oh) 

This took like NBA business, I ain't talkin' scrimmage (NBA) 

You know I'm James Bond with it, Harden with the finish 

The whip's got curtain options in it, I don't need it tinted 

Just need the option not to see 'em when I'm ridin' in it 

Used to spend checks on my Nikes, now they pay me (Yeah) 

Got some Bulls cheerleaders and they wavy (Alright) 

Number one off in my city like McGrady (Straight up) 

Yeah I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy 

Roll some OG gas, I can't let 'em breathe (It's lit) 

Pop me ten to three, I can't let 'em sleep (Pop it, pop it) 

Flyin' through the clouds in somethin' heavenly 

(To these racks, way up, way up) 

Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy 

I make more than Dwayne Wade, baby 

I'm a street nigga and I stay faded 

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it 

First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Straight up) 

First off, we had to blast off like a rocket 

I put the Patek water on, but I got options (It's lit) 

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no 

Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls 

Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws 

Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi 

I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me 

Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) 

I make more than Dwayne Wade, baby (Yeah) 

I'm a street nigga and I stay faded 

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it