Flo Rida - Tell Me When You Ready feat. Future Lyrics

[Future]

International Future, Future Hendrix

Flo Rida global, all across America

[Hook: Future]

We're here together

Gonna take it to the next level

Tattoo angels, ain't gotta worry about a thing

You stay wide up ready, rockin' all day

Any time of the evening, you ain't got to worry bout a thing

Turn Up, you know I got liquor, I keep that drink

Tell me when you ready, tell me when you ready (turn up)

We got pain killers, take the pain away

So tell me when you ready, so tell me when you ready

[Flo Rida]

Twenty-four never gonna to sleep till the sun up

Tell me when you ready

We can go all night all day

Baby make the whole day count,

In the club all I see is sparklers

Like birthday candles

Ten models on a regular night

Paid the price for the life

Cause it ain't too much I can't handle

Tell me when you ready got drink for you

Bring a couple of your friends

Got drink for the crew

Got drop for the ladies that love to be ladies

Top floor, we toast on the penthouse roof pop off that

Hour glass breaking so round

I'm so glad that you're ready right now

Oh my God I'mma pop that off

That's just how I feel I'mma be here for a while

[Hook]

We're here together

Gonna take it to the next level

Tattoo angels, ain't gotta worry about a thing

You stay wide up ready, rockin' all day

Any time of the evening, you ain't got to worry bout a thing

Turn Up, you know I got liquor, I keep that drink

Tell me when you ready, tell me when you ready (turn up)

We got pain killers, take the pain away

So tell me when you ready, so tell me when you ready

[Flo Rida]

Can't hold your cup cause your cup so full

Chase that vodka with a little Red Bull

Pulling up late nights to the back of the club

Baby girl, you know I got pull

I ain't gonna mind if you got twerking

No moaning and try to take it from anything that you deserve

I promise you're ready for that night life, get the night light

Cause it feel right

Baby, ain't no drama, work that body baby,

Sweat that summer, we can do it all night girl, no problem

Fly high, get high, make your money

All you gotta do is say don't worry

I'mma give it all to you, so momma baby ain't no problem

Let's get to that number

[Hook]

We're here together

Gonna take it to the next level

Tattoo angels, ain't gotta worry about a thing

You stay wide up ready, rockin' all day

Any time of the evening, you ain't got to worry bout a thing

Turn Up, you know I got liquor, I keep that drink

Tell me when you ready, tell me when you ready (turn up)

We got pain killers, take the pain away

So tell me when you ready, so tell me when you ready

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ROCKO - U.E.N.O feat. Rick Ross & Future Lyrics

[Future]

U.O.E.N.O it

Ol' high class niggas

This shit sound crazy

Fly shit only

You know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Future]

This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don't even know it

This a thousand dollar pint of lean and you don't even know it

This a half a million dollar car, you don't even know it

I came up from bottom, you don't even know it

My niggas all ride with me on, you don't even know it

Got killers with me right now, you don't even know it

This a million dollar watch nigga, you don't even know it

Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don't even know it

[Rocko]

Ay that monster truck, sit tall as fuck, it’s so big can’t even tow it

Don't like snakes keep my grass cut, so low can't even mow it

Sip Dom Perri', little high glow, no no we don’t do Moet

If it ain't P.J., no Rose from me hostess don’t even pour it

Specks on Tom Ford, button-down Michael Kors

Always on like the refrigerator, I’m plugged in, ho, you know it

A.P., and that Piguet with the Breitling when I’m bored

Got a Masterpiece and a 41-millimeter, and you ain’t even know it

Keep the .45 in my pocket: ain’t gon' show it 'til I have to pop it

Then you gone know it, damn who shot you, they don’t even know it

Hawks game fuckin' floor it, TV seat front row it

Rocko Da Don CEO it, ain’t gotta rap and you know it

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]

That nigga sold you that rerock, you ain't even know it

I die over these Reeboks, you ain't even know it

Put Molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it

I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain't even know it

Got a hundred acres I live on, you ain't even know it

Got a hundred rounds in this AR, you ain't even know it

Got a bag of bitches I play with, on cloud 9 in my spaceship

Zoned out but he stay fresh from Zone 1 through Zone 6

Bricks all in my blood, birds all in my dreams

Boats all in my yard, lemon pepper my wings

I’m bout to get you fuck niggas wacked, you ain't even know it

Your main nigga bout to turn his back, you ain't even know it

[Hook]

[Future]

I’m turned up every day, you don’t even know it

Got your bitch with me right now, you don’t even know it

We turn up in the club, you don’t even know it

Got a hundred bottles comin', you don’t even know it

We came up from nothin', you don’t even know it

Drive a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it

This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don't even know it

Got a bitch that speak no English, she don't even know it

[Hook]

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Future - Karate Chop (Remix) ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics

[Future & Lil Wayne]

You know

This just some real nigga shit, yeah real nigga story

You know what I’m saying?

(Young Mula babbyyy)

[Hook: Future]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in that new ‘rrari

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serve it to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 1: Future]

Got a Panamera ’round a young nigga neck

Got a young bitch pulling 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

Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that

Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack

You can hit a nigga line, order what you want

I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk

50,000 on yo’ watch, young nigga splurge

Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup

Keep a young nigga workin’, gotta buss a cape

I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

[Hook: Future]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in that new ‘rrari

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serve it to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 2: Future]

Whip another cake, just to go and snatch a Spider

Young nigga play with keys like a type writer

Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol

I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible

In a 4-door Beamer, driving with a rifle

Nigga where you at? Nigga we go pull up on ya

Young bitch looking like Janet in the ’80s

We was grinding up from a tube and a baby

Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl

Got the Styrofoam cup and it full of syrup

Send it over from New Mexico and let me work

I can get 36 for a clean shirt

[Hook: Future & Lil Wayne]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in that new ‘rrari

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serve it to the dope fiends (yeah)

Blowing money, stay clean (check me out)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Who bad?

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Pop a lot of pain pills

‘Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels

Yeah, beat that pussy up like Emmett Till

Yeah… ahaha

Two cell phone ringin’ at the same time

That’s your hoe, callin’ from two different phones

Tell that bitch: ‘leave me the fuck alone’

See you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long

I got a love-hate relationship with Molly

I’d rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly

Boy, I’ll bury you like Halle

And these hoes say I’m blind

Cause I don’t see nothin’ wrong with a little bump and grind

Man I just received a package, them other niggas taxin’

And my pockets so fat, I’m startin’ to feel contractions

And my cousin went to jail for them chickens

And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin’

Cut him off like karate

[Hook: Future & Lil Wayne]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics (yeahhh)

Pull up in that new ‘rrari (Young, Young)

Living like John Gotti (Young, Young, Young)

Chopping bricks like karate (Young Mula babbbyyyy)

Drink a bunch of codeine (syrup)

Serve it to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean (stay clean)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Who bad?

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Ace Hood - Bugatti ft. Future & Rick Ross Lyrics

[Future]

We the motherfuckin best nigga

Ace Hood

Its Over, Future

[Hook: Future]

I go looking for you with Haitians

I stay smoking on good Jamaican

I fuck bitches from different races

You get money they started hating

I walk up in a new Bugatti

I walk up in a new Bugatti

I walk up in a new Bugatti

I walk up in a new Bugatti

I walk up in a new Bugatti

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]

Niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch

100 K I spent that on my wrist

Two hundred thousand I spent that on your bitch

You and your model put that on the list

Oh there he go in that foreign again

Killin the scene bring the coroner in

Murder she wrote, swallow or choke

Hit her and go home and call her again

Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college

Smoke me a pound of the loudest

Whippin some shit with no mileage

Diamonds cost me a fortune

Them horses all in them Porsches

You pussies can't handle afford it

4,200 my mortgage

Ballin on niggas like Kobe

Fuck all you haters you bore me

Only the real get a piece of the plate

Reppin my city I'm runnin my state

Give me a pistol then run with the K's

Niggas want beef then I visit ya place Bang!

[Hook]

[Ace Hood]

Yeah, and I'm at it again

There go that flow bringin tragedy in

Copped me a chain your salary spent

Niggas is sweepin them cavities in

Countin money, hourly trend

Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins

Niggas is squares, cabin and pens

Neck full of Gold Olympian shit

Neimans, I'm blowing the check on they gear

Fall on some pussy then hop on the Lear

Shot with them choppers back of the rear

Sak pase' them killers is here

Woke up early morning, mind is tellin me money

Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor

Billionaire nigga no rumor

Livin my life off of tuna

Wanted with me I deliver the beef

Real niggas only enjoyin the feast

Pull up a seat, bon appetite

No Louboutins put that red on your feet Bang

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]

Photographs of dope boys, is all they taking

Finger prints on the Rolls Royce, is why they hatin'

Push a button on these broke boys, that's detonation

Walk a road to riches bare feet

I watch mama struggle now she livin' careifree

That's why I hustle for half a key that's 12 G's

I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP

You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-League

Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet

Left in a puddle, finger prints is on hundred mill

And what it is?

Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood, we hella Trill

Yeah

[Hook]

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Rihanna - Loveeeee Song ft. Future Lyrics

Ain't nothin' wrong with it

[Future]

I don't wanna give you the wrong impression

I need love and affection

And I hope I'm not sounding too desperate

I need love and affection

Love Love Love

Love and affection

Love Love

L-o-v-eeeeeee and affection

[Rihanna]

Oh baby I'm not asking for the world maybe

You can give me what I want baby

Come hold me tight and when I'm drowning save me

Give it to me on a daily

If I'm your girl say my name

Let me know I'm in control

We both grown so how we feel we can show

I won't play around

I wanna lay you down

I need you know

I need you now ohhhhh

[Future]

I don't wanna give you the wrong impression

I need love and affection

And I hope I'm not sounding too desperate

I need love and affection

Love Love Love

Love and affection

Love Love

L-o-v-eeeeeee and affection

[Rihanna]

Boy lately you've been stingy with your time

Got me wondering I'm wondering

If I'm on your mind

Boy I just wanna be in your possession

Saying I'm the one you want

So come express it

Don't slip, don't slip

Cause a nigga' might push up on it

Don't really wanna lose this moment

Why window shop when you own this?

I-I-I Don't put it down

I-I-I Don't fuck around

I-I-I want you now

I want you know oohhhh

[Future]

I don't wanna give you the wrong impression

I need love and affection

And I hope I'm not sounding too desperate

I need love and affection

Love Love Love

Love and affection

Love Love

L-o-v-eeeeee and affection

[Future]

Can you love me for poor (let me know)

I'm searching for my soul

Who ever turned you cold (beat this)

You need to let him know

I can work miracles (what's up?)

I'll work your physical (physical)

And when I love you close

You can feel my heart

Beating from my clothes

I don't wanna give you the wrong impression

I need love and affection

And I hope I'm not sounding too desperate

I need love and affection

Love Love Love

Love and affection

Love Love

L-o-v-eeeeeee and affection

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Lil Wayne - Bitches Love Me ft. Drake & Future Lyrics

[Drake]

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

I'm gon' ball til the day I fall

[Chorus: Drake]

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

I can give a fuck 'bout no niggas

Long as these bitches love me

[Lil Wayne]

Uh, pussy ass nigga stop hating

Lil Tunechi got that fire

And these ho's love me like Satan, maaaan!

Fuck with me and get bodied

And all she eat is dick

She's on a strict diet, that's my baby

With no makeup she a ten

And she the best with that head

Even better then Karrine

She don't want money

She want the time that we could spend

She said "Cause I really need somebody

So tell me you're that somebody"

Girl, I fuck who I want and fuck who I don't

Got that A1 credit, that's that filet mignon

She said "I never want to make you mad

I just want to make you proud"

I said "Baby just make me cum

Then don't make no sound"

It's Lil Tunechi

[Drake]

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

I'm gon' ball til the day I fall

[Chorus: Drake]

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

I can give a fuck 'bout no niggas

Long as these bitches love me

[Lil Wayne]

Real nigga fuck these haters

These hoes got pussies like craters

Can't treat these hoes like ladies, maaaan!

Pussy, money, weed, codeine

She said my dick feel like morphine

I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas

She wake up, eat this dick, call that breakfast in bed

69, 96, I feel her heartbeat

I chest to chest with this bitch

Now turn around, face down, I'm arrestin' this bitch

All my bitches love me and I love all my bitches

But its like as soon as I cum, I come to my senses

And I would say these hoes name

But then I would be snitching

And these haters try to knock me

But they can't knock me off the hinges

Man!

[Drake]

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

I'm gon' ball til the day I fall

[Chorus: Drake]

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

I can give a fuck 'bout no niggas

Long as these bitches love me

[Lil Wayne]

I lost a few good bitches

Met some more bad bitches

I be schooling them niggas

Pose for your class picture

Now kiss my ass if you hating

I'm getting ass while I'm skating

I lost a few good bitches

Met some more bad bitches

I be schooling them niggas

Pose for your class picture

Now kiss my ass if you hating

I'm getting ass while I'm skating

[Drake]

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

I'm gon' ball til the day I fall

[Chorus: Drake]

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

I can give a fuck 'bout no niggas

Long as these bitches love me

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