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Ooh ooh ooh tomorrow, (Tomorrow, tomorrow)
Tomorrow, (Tomorrow, tomorrow) Yea
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Tomorrow, )Talkin' right now
Tomorrow, (Tomorrow, tomorrow) I'm talkin' right now
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow) Ain't no such as tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow) The way we today
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow) Talkin' now

(2 Chainz!) Dreads hang on designer
Mr. des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, insane, ho insane
Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I've done
It look clean when you pour it; I remix it make it
If she got good head and text me I text back and her "hurry"
This that category 5 when I up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George Washington head
OG's fed us, now young niggas fed up
so hard, I deserve a and one
Baking soda marketing, I'm it ain't I? Obviously.
You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my
And I'm known to kick it the captain of a soccer team
Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya, head
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds

I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as if the Feds watching (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds (Tell 'em)
top, head bopping

I'm be as hell if the Feds watching (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as hell if the watching (True!)
I'm be fresh as hell if the watching (Yeah)
Drop top, head

Grams to Grammy's, two guns
Niggas put Glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B
that amphetamine, all this D I'm peddling
I be somewhere settling, that you have never been
To the top you never been, you might a respirator
on the rise like I'm counting on a elevator
You gon' need a detonator swimming them barracudas
Put the rocket on that ma'fucka
This Armani, this Givenchy, I you
I'm so fly I jumped out the air Gucci (Tell 'em!)
I'm raw, talking Rolls
Smoking California weed with hoes (True!)
Sending flicks to my partners in the pen
I just got pants made out off snake skin
See them you got on call Ray-Bans
And the shade I got on eight bands