Welcome to the Future lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro: French Montana]
You a dead n*gga
Montana, P. Reign, Drizzy wassup, n*gga?
Chug, Auti, OVO, n*gga
Coke Boy, haaann, aye aye aye aye aye aye

[Verse 1: Preme]
Put the money over b*tches, ho, think I’m playin, I’mma let em know
We treat yo chicks like fish, n*gga, catch em and then we let em go
Get em beat and naked hit, I murder sh*t, p*ss the flow
Told lil Remi King don’t kiss the ring, baby lick the throne
Yeah, now momma, show me how you kiss it
I’m in love with the pus*y but I’ll murder that kitten
If ya still wifin hoes, I won’t be caught dead kissin’
She gon’ swallow every bit, got her mouth babysittin’
And my young’n same chair, just let me worry bout em
Left em n*ggas talkin’ beef, homie, don’t make a burger out em
This the south side, n*gga; I'm a south side n*gga
Turn yo f*ckin’ insides to your outsides, n*gga
Suck my jewels, go ahead, my dudes all bad
But your goons won’t bust, y'all the blue balls gang
I chase money, not problems
But dare a n*gga run up on me and that will be his very last day job

[Chorus: Preme]
(You a dead n*gga) If you threaten me
f*ck a gun charge, we take the felony
And welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby)
I be whippin’ up, I got that recipe
You smell like money, baby, it's cuz she’s tellin’ me
Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby)
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Montana! Coke Boys, OVO on the same song
Gettin’ head in the range, shawty brainstarter
I was the last on the corner, like 8-Ball
Bumpin’ Three 6, MJG, 8-Ball
Then paid my dues; I be strapped down, I move
n*ggas fight, man, I shoot, hunnid fifty grand that coupe
I got hunnid grands in hunnids, I got fifty grand in twenties
Hit that strip club we stuntin’ then we f*ck any b*tch we wanted
Bought a dub line this week, made five hunnid large this week
If that money talk ho, then watch my speakers blow
Me and Drizzy talk hoes, I let them killas go
No love, Bone Thugs, see ya at the crossroads

[Chorus: Preme]
(You a dead n*gga) If you threaten me
f*ck a gun charge, we take the felony
And welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby)
I be whippin’ up, I got that recipe
You smell like money, baby, it's cuz she’s tellin’ me
Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby)
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