Karate Chop (RichMix) lyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know... this just some real n*gga sh*t
A real n*gga story, ya know what I'm sayin'?

[Hook: Future]
Slang a, bunch of, nar-cotics
Pull up, in the, new, 'rarri
Livin', like, John, Gotti
Choppin', bricks, like ka-rate
Drink a, bunch of, co-deine
Servin', to the, dope, fiends
Blowin', money, stay, clean
Michael, Jackson, +Billy, Jean+

[Verse 1: Future]
Got a, Pana-mera, round a, young, n*gga, neck
Got a, young, b*tch, pullin', up, in a, vet
Smoke a, lot of, kush, and I, have a, lot of, sex
Had to, beat the, grind, up, ran, up my, check
b*tch, n*gga, get, money, n*gga, get, that
Roll a, blunt of, chronic, n*gga, sell a, lot of, crack
You can, hit a, n*gga, line, order, what you, want
I can, whoop a, Mase-rati, pullin', up a, donk
50, 000, on yo, watch, young, n*gga, splurge
Pop a, Ace of, Spade, bottle, sip a, lot of, syrup
Keep a, young, n*gga, workin', gotta, buss a, cape
I'mma, take a, phone, call, hustle, every, day
[Hook: Future]
Slang a, bunch of, nar-cotics
Pull up, in the, new, 'rarri
Livin', like, John, Gotti
Choppin', bricks, like ka-rate
Drink a, bunch of, co-deine
Servin', to the, dope, fiends
Blowin', money, stay, clean
Michael, Jackson, +Billy, Jean+

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
HUH! Hustle like I'm Makaveli
Dollar signs tatted on my back and belly
Dollar grind, bought a line, n*gga rich
Trappa money, look at what this n*gga did
Type of paper, look at what this n*gga got
All this cars gon make another n*gga hot
Lookin for love, but do you really want a thug?
I'm talkin white cause I really got a plug

[Hook: Future]
Slang a, bunch of, nar-cotics
Pull up, in the, new, 'rarri
Livin', like, John, Gotti
Choppin', bricks, like ka-rate
Drink a, bunch of, co-deine
Servin', to the, dope, fiends
Blowin', money, stay, clean
Michael, Jackson, +Billy, Jean+
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Money proof... Rich Gang
Swaggin'...
Supermodels, poppin' bottles, livin' on them hills
Bad b*tches out'chea poppin pills
Get it, how the, f*ck we, live
New whip, n*gga drop another f*ckin' mil
Stunnin' while we servin'
New bricks, new ships, 'nother Birdman
Stayed loyal, and we kept it real
Back against the wall on that killing field
BLAAAT~!

[Verse 4: French Montana]
SKEEEET!!! Uh
Ridin' in that ghost, hammer on my lap
Make enough money, bring Hammer back
Karate chopped that Miley Cyrus
n*gga, don't make me go and dress yo' stylist
Broke brick, dope fiends
Wrapped up, Daddy Yankee, +Gasoline+
Been doing sh*t you've never seen
Michael Jackson, strapped up, +Billy Jean+

[Hook: Future]
Slang a, bunch of, nar-cotics
Pull up, in the, new, 'rarri
Livin', like, John, Gotti
Choppin', bricks, like ka-rate
Drink a, bunch of, co-deine
Servin', to the, dope, fiends
Blowin', money, stay, clean
Michael, Jackson, +Billy, Jean+
[Birdman - over Hook]
Rich Gang gangstas
La familia... my n*gga, Future
All day, everyday
Poppin' that GT, livin' that life
Yeah, higher than we ever been, boy
One hunnid