Ooooh Lyrics - Future

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up 

Uh I told that nigga, I get that pop star 

If she's fine I'm fine 

Ooh, there are spinning on a cop car 

(Atlanta mo'fucker, Atlanta, nigga) 

Uh (Yeah) 

Doin' donuts at 200, ooh 

I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa 

Flying through hood, back ho whoah 

Hangin' out the window, sprayin' oh 

I do the dash on these niggas, oh 

I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa 

I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh 

I break the bank, I blow the bank, whoa 

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I crop them taggy, poppin' tags 

He swaggy and I'm flashy 

I drive the Rover like Denali, no exaggeration 

Diamonds dancin' on my faces, on my preservation 

Presidential status 

I just whipped the coupe, the Bentley like I'm on a banshee 

Doin' a donut out of Magic, 360 man 

I'm poppin' tags, I drop a lil' cash, tote 'fetti, mayn 

Freebandz nigga, known to fuckin' get it, mayn 

That's on my city, mane 

Sippin' and, sippin' this Laura 

Whippin' the hood I go wide back 

Hangin' out the window like why why 

Lettin' in off from the other side 

I whip the whip from the other side 

I hit the scene like a homicide 

Splash, splash, I told the jeweller, "Bring everything" 

My feet to the floor, I'm on everything 

Photos 

Doin' donuts at 200, ooh 

I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa 

Flying through the hood, back ho ooh 

Hangin' out the window, spraying oh 

I do the dash on these niggas, ooh 

I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa 

I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh 

I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha 

Maserati smashin', now 

Future ride Bentley Coupe 

Young Scooter ride Bentley coupe 

We do the shit that bosses do 

Real street shit no rap, I'm worth a mil or two 

Scooter always flexin' 

I pull up and embarrass you 

Hit up Ele'ante 

Yeah, that's a ice check 

We don't rock fake gold 

Real diamonds 'round my neck 

Came up in the dope hole 

Remix out my dope bowl 

150 In the fast lane 

I'm smashing on you broke hoes 

Black Amigo gang, we love to count up 

BM, FBG, we blood brothers 

500 in my blunt, that's how I roll up 

Blowin' fifty in the club when we turn up (count on) 

Doin' donuts at 200, ooh 

I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa 

Flying through the hood, back ho ooh 

Hangin' out the window, spraying oh 

I do the dash on these niggas, oh 

I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa 

I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh 

I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha