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Future & Young Thug - 200 [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Jeff LaCroix
Jeff LaCroix
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tre Pounds
Tre Pounds
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ben Milchev
Ben Milchev
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Everything right Everything right Everything right Everything right All these niggas Everything right, you back in Givenchy I only drink Actavis, I'm on a diet I'ma chase it like Hussain All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah) Yeah, yeah I got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin' My niggas bangin' burgundy like the Redskins I got all type of tattoos on my fuckin' shin I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints I've been blown a mil' on jewelry, but it's past tense Super charge it, make it sound like it's raggly I'm ridin' with the cutter, I'm Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10 Diamonds on me talkin', they harassin' No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in Came a long way from a Chevy Now we spend millions on cribs You get somethin' too, don't trip My eyes 'bout low as a brim I smoke the tree limb, tree limb No gang, big deal I'm tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin' on two wheels I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores You might as well gon', gon', gon' home Money long, long, long, long All way up to Mercury Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece I've been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock If she ain't up to par, she 'bout to get dead docked Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, 'cause I'm righteous Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of 'em disciples And can't nothin' come between niggas like us Yeah yeah, I got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Max Adam Lord, Jeff Lacroix Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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