Future - Upscale | Lyrics + Sound feat. Young Thug & Quavo
Future - Upscale | Lyrics + Sound feat. Young Thug & Quavo
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli' off a ride, woah
That boy Cass'
N-N-Nonstop
[Chorus: Quavo]
Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)
Anything I see, I'm snatching (woo)
I'm geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)
Upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than Aladdin (yeah)
Park it at Magic (yeah)
Whippin' up, whippin' up magic (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Two hoes, classy (two)
But they gon' still get nasty (two)
Wrap it in plastic (hoo)
J Hawks landing in Kansas (brr, brr)
This that Wraith talk (Wraith)
Mill talk, all in the safe talk (safe)
Ain't worried 'bout no nigga, introduce him to K talk (K)
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Go get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it's a bake-off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a Draco (dance)
Walkin' with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
That's Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don't do layover (whew)
One call, I'm havin' your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (addicted)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)
Anything I see I'm snatching (woo)
I'm geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)
Upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than Aladdin (yeah)
Park it at Magic (yeah)
Whippin' up, whippin' up magic (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yeah, Patek Philippe (yeah)
Every size diamonds an' it's neat (yeah, yeah)
Wipe a nigga nose (yeah)
50 bitches with me like Floyd (yeah, yeah)
If you come to my spot (yeah), you gon' need [?] (yeah)
I'ma put my dick in every hoe (yeah), I'm just a freaky lil' boy (yeah)
I'm taking real X, nigga (yeah)
I'm taking real X, nigga (yeah)
I was hitting it from the back and guess what? (what?)
I was gripping my Tec, nigga (yeah)
9th grade, I was late, nigga (yeah)
Had a closet full of minks, nigga (yeah)
Universal, hitting licks, nigga (yeah)
F&Ns when you rich, nigga
Yeah, I took all my old jewelry back and upgraded to baguettes
Yeah, I used to be be broke, but I'm rich now, I know you heard that
Yeah, I used to watch my big homie, now I know the bird dance (brr)
Yeah, now that all my niggas free, tell me where the smoke at
[Verse 3: Future]
More smoke than puff
Bitch thick like buff
An' I'm straight out the slum with the yayo (strong)
Snap on this shit like I'm Fabo
We got squares and bales in Clayco
All my money and cars biracial
I can't count up the stars, they head-top
Soon I sit in that foreign, my leg cop
I bought a straight with the crack rock
Hit a lick then I wanna cop the Maybach
I was a dope-boy
Now I save a hoe like a lifeguard
An' I got the Molly by the Eightball (yeah)
I get the bag on a day-day
I fucked the bitch on the Adderall (Adderall)
I put her up in my catalogue
Soon as I came on the [?], fish-tail (skrrt)
Yeah, shawty gon' squirt it then spit it out back
Yeah, shawty gon' bus' on the head first, no paramedics
Yeah, all I wanted, all I wanted was a hunnid mi'
An' I'm there already
[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Go get the bag on a day off (day off)
Niggas turnin' to a faceoff (faceoff)
I feel this aspirin like Rentanol
I got this shit out the bando (yeah)
I'm in the coupe with like nine hoes (nine hoes)
You bet' believe that they fine hoes (fine hoes)
sauce with my eyes closed
Turned to a boss, I was hoes
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli' off a ride, woah
MORE ALBUM LYRICS
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Future - Upscale | Lyrics + Sound feat. Young Thug & Quavo
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli' off a ride, woah
That boy Cass'
N-N-Nonstop
[Chorus: Quavo]
Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)
Anything I see, I'm snatching (woo)
I'm geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)
Upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than Aladdin (yeah)
Park it at Magic (yeah)
Whippin' up, whippin' up magic (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Two hoes, classy (two)
But they gon' still get nasty (two)
Wrap it in plastic (hoo)
J Hawks landing in Kansas (brr, brr)
This that Wraith talk (Wraith)
Mill talk, all in the safe talk (safe)
Ain't worried 'bout no nigga, introduce him to K talk (K)
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Go get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it's a bake-off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a Draco (dance)
Walkin' with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
That's Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don't do layover (whew)
One call, I'm havin' your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (addicted)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)
Anything I see I'm snatching (woo)
I'm geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)
Upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than Aladdin (yeah)
Park it at Magic (yeah)
Whippin' up, whippin' up magic (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yeah, Patek Philippe (yeah)
Every size diamonds an' it's neat (yeah, yeah)
Wipe a nigga nose (yeah)
50 bitches with me like Floyd (yeah, yeah)
If you come to my spot (yeah), you gon' need [?] (yeah)
I'ma put my dick in every hoe (yeah), I'm just a freaky lil' boy (yeah)
I'm taking real X, nigga (yeah)
I'm taking real X, nigga (yeah)
I was hitting it from the back and guess what? (what?)
I was gripping my Tec, nigga (yeah)
9th grade, I was late, nigga (yeah)
Had a closet full of minks, nigga (yeah)
Universal, hitting licks, nigga (yeah)
F&Ns when you rich, nigga
Yeah, I took all my old jewelry back and upgraded to baguettes
Yeah, I used to be be broke, but I'm rich now, I know you heard that
Yeah, I used to watch my big homie, now I know the bird dance (brr)
Yeah, now that all my niggas free, tell me where the smoke at
[Verse 3: Future]
More smoke than puff
Bitch thick like buff
An' I'm straight out the slum with the yayo (strong)
Snap on this shit like I'm Fabo
We got squares and bales in Clayco
All my money and cars biracial
I can't count up the stars, they head-top
Soon I sit in that foreign, my leg cop
I bought a straight with the crack rock
Hit a lick then I wanna cop the Maybach
I was a dope-boy
Now I save a hoe like a lifeguard
An' I got the Molly by the Eightball (yeah)
I get the bag on a day-day
I fucked the bitch on the Adderall (Adderall)
I put her up in my catalogue
Soon as I came on the [?], fish-tail (skrrt)
Yeah, shawty gon' squirt it then spit it out back
Yeah, shawty gon' bus' on the head first, no paramedics
Yeah, all I wanted, all I wanted was a hunnid mi'
An' I'm there already
[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Go get the bag on a day off (day off)
Niggas turnin' to a faceoff (faceoff)
I feel this aspirin like Rentanol
I got this shit out the bando (yeah)
I'm in the coupe with like nine hoes (nine hoes)
You bet' believe that they fine hoes (fine hoes)
sauce with my eyes closed
Turned to a boss, I was hoes
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli' off a ride, woah
MORE ALBUM LYRICS
Sneakers: Eurlane
Future - Upscale | Lyrics + Sound feat. Young Thug & Quavo
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