My Collection [explicit] Lyrics - Future

I've been in the stu late, workin', no residuals 

If we never speak again, I'm just glad I got to tell you truth 

Ain't playin' count em' 

You wanna come to paradise? 

Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto? 

Haha 

She told me she was an angel 

She fucked two rappers and three singers 

She got a few athletes on speed dial 

I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial 

And these codeine handles ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child 

No this codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child 

I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude child 

All these cameras on, fuckin' with my mood, wild 

And these chains clinkin' back and forth, they too loud 

They know damn well this wasn't promised 

I know damn well this must be promised 

Left every pair of Margielas at the condo 

Technically I never packed up and leave 

Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep 

And I got this bad ting at disposal 

I cooked it up and then I went global 

My baby mama push a Range Rover 

Had to make sure I got it fully loaded 

Can't be the one and then you get exposed 

If you the one, then God will let me know 

But at the same time, I like to vibe with one 

I'm paranoid, I gotta ride with one 

And I had to 'splain to her last night 

Had to send this one freak on the last flight 

Had to send this one freak on the last flight 

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Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions 

Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin' 

Any time I got you, girl you my possession 

Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection 

Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection 

Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection 

Standin' on black socks, meet me at the yacht dock 

Icin' out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock 

Yeah, maybe it's the drop, yeah 

We get in our feelings, yeah 

I don't know how you would feel about if I ain't have millions, yeah 

I'm conversin' with you, I hope you hear me, yeah 

Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere 

And hell no it ain't about no braggin' rights 

But even if it was, shit I got it 

Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti 

She told me she was an angel 

She fucked two rappers and three singers 

I'ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you 

I got this joint, she know what to do with me 

And right now I don't know what to do with you 

I don't wanna sound like I'm bein' rude with you 

She caught a red eye, leavin' L.A 

I shoulda gave her to the valet 

And I had to tell her 'bout Miami 

After she came with no panty 

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Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions 

Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin' 

Any time I got you, girl you my possession 

Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection 

Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection 

Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection