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By Zaytoven]\n  artist: Future\n  album: Dirty Sprite\n  duration_ms: 177769\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, I ain't never been this high\n  You ain't never been this high\n\n  I been fly since my baby pictures\n  Alligator on my shirt I been too consistent\n  I had a beeper in the kindergarten\n  With a gerry curl\n  And I always got the pretty girls\n  I'm shinin like Vvs's I was born shinin'\n  Matter of fact I should've been a diamond\n  My left wrist Aquafina\n  And these girls im with from Argentina\n  Body flooded up with ice\n  Name a rapper cleaner\n  Came in photogenics\n  Sky ain't the limit for me\n  Turnt myself to a astronaut\n  If you believe you can achieve\n  I want ya spot homie numero uno\n  And I brought a check with me\n  Bigger than a sumo\n  Blood Sweat Tears inside this rap as I flow\n  I know some niggas dead and gone\n  Want the best for me\n  And I know some niggas living\n  Praying for the worst for me\n  I seen darker days\n  I know this ain't the end for me\n  That's why every chance I get\n  Cuz I'mma give em hell\n  Me and my niggas\n  We the last real niggas left\n  Me and my niggas\n  We the realest niggas left\n\n  It's like my body made of diamonds\n  I can't stop shinin'\n  I ain't never been this high\n  (I ain't never been this high)\n  I ain't never been this high\n  (Man I ain't never been this high)\n  I'm shinin' over everybody around me\n  (I'm shinin' over every body)\n  You ain't never been this high\n  (You ain't never been this high)\n  You ain't never been this high\n  (I bet you ain't been this high)\n\n  International future don't follow me\n  Follow my footsteps\n  Every pair of Jordan's done came out\n  I had em 'fore they hit the shelf\n  Air Force One's I prolley have 2.000 left\n  I ain't gave away I'm donating Ralph Lauren\n  I had every pair of skippers\n  From the green to orange\n  Yellow Blue White three stripes Adidas suits\n  All day I dream about selling dope\n  Like shootin' hoops\n  One day you dreamin'\n  Then you wake up to reality\n  First you lose your heart\n  Then your true friends disappear\n  I was already shinin' fore I got here\n  I told myself I'll get my feet off ground\n  I'm goin' outta here\n  I'm taking some people\n  I never would thought even be here\n  Everything I went thru\n  It's a purpose why I'm still here\n  Hard work perservere\n  Keep them people in your ear\n  And them people in your rear\n  Me and my niggas\n  We the last real niggas here\n\n  It's like my body made of diamonds\n  I can't stop shinin'\n  I ain't never been this high\n  (I ain't never been this high)\n  I ain't never been this high\n  (Man I ain't never been this high)\n  I'm shinin' over everybody around me\n  (I'm shinin' over every body)\n  You ain't never been this high\n  (You ain't never been this high)\n  You ain't never been this high\n  (I bet you ain't been this high)\n"},{"id":16766000,"name":"09 Future We On Top (Feat. 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Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n\nWhole 'lotta white equal a whole 'lotta riches\nWhole 'lotta jew-els, I bought these for these bitches\nRocko Beckham: I know how to kick it!\nFinessed you, babe? I'm sorry, like Vinny \"I ain't in it\"\nReign hell on these bitches, got plenty I'm like Tiger\nThat nigga say he hot as me? Lil' buddy a liar!\nJump out that new Jaguar, superjump my kayer\nP Zero Nero, gon' pump up my tires\nRocko Dinero: I'm all about dinero\nYou know I keep that heat on me, no way you can creep on me\nThey was sleepin' on me, but now they workin for me\nYou see me? I see me too, bitch you can't ignore me\n\nYou see me? I see me too!\nWristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!\nWe don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos\nBoy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n\nMix-match my ice like I mix-match my hogs\nBlack, yellow, white: I change 'em up like I change clothes\nDon Corleone no cover for my eyesight\nEverything black: boutta kill niggas on sight\nEverything fly: boutta take flight outta sight\nBad bitch my type, two dykes, two nights\nTwo rights, can't deal Future no wrongs\nRerock stone like Fred Flintstone\nDrinkin on lean: two cups styrofoam\nTwo phones, I can't take these home\nCause too many bitches wanna call my phone\nLeave me alone while I get my lean on\nBlowin' on strong, sippin on 'tron\nThrowin up money, rippin my zone\n\nYou see me? I see me too!\nWristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!\nWe don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos\nBoy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... 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Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n\n  Whole 'lotta white equal a whole 'lotta riches\n  Whole 'lotta jew-els, I bought these for these bitches\n  Rocko Beckham: I know how to kick it!\n  Finessed you, babe? I'm sorry, like Vinny \"I ain't in it\"\n  Reign hell on these bitches, got plenty I'm like Tiger\n  That nigga say he hot as me? Lil' buddy a liar!\n  Jump out that new Jaguar, superjump my kayer\n  P Zero Nero, gon' pump up my tires\n  Rocko Dinero: I'm all about dinero\n  You know I keep that heat on me, no way you can creep on me\n  They was sleepin' on me, but now they workin for me\n  You see me? I see me too, bitch you can't ignore me\n\n  You see me? I see me too!\n  Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!\n  We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos\n  Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n\n  Mix-match my ice like I mix-match my hogs\n  Black, yellow, white: I change 'em up like I change clothes\n  Don Corleone no cover for my eyesight\n  Everything black: boutta kill niggas on sight\n  Everything fly: boutta take flight outta sight\n  Bad bitch my type, two dykes, two nights\n  Two rights, can't deal Future no wrongs\n  Rerock stone like Fred Flintstone\n  Drinkin on lean: two cups styrofoam\n  Two phones, I can't take these home\n  Cause too many bitches wanna call my phone\n  Leave me alone while I get my lean on\n  Blowin' on strong, sippin on 'tron\n  Throwin up money, rippin my zone\n\n  You see me? I see me too!\n  Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!\n  We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos\n  Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... 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You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect\n  Or else I guarantee you'll get wet\n  You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest\n  A choppa no less than a tech\n  You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best\n  They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that\n  I just might pull up wherever you at\n  Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat\n  OK, hol' up, let me freeze up\n  These niggas must have caught amnesia\n  My face caught in these streets cuh\n  A1 credit, no Visa\n  Excuse me shawty don't get me started\n  If yo shit sick, my shit retarded\n  Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I\n  Get wrong get shot then leave 'em in the forest, gone\n  Wait til the end of the Earth\n  Just to get my check and bear get hurt\n  First thing first, this what I do\n  I'm a king motherfucker who the hell are you?\n  Jet suckas off top, I bet I do\n  Hustle gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool\n  We creme de la creme fuck them fuck niggas\n  Top shelf upper echelon can't fuck with us\n\n  Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\n  We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\n  We so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn!\n\n  2 Chainz! 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F.L.Y.","artistName":"future","albumName":"Dirty Sprite","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt\n800 a zone, I'm talkin' gas, work\nAll about my check I need my cash, first\nBoy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve\nAll this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt\n800 a zone, I'm talkin' gas, work\nAll about my check I need my cash, first\nBoy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve\n\nI be takin' care of business, need my cash first\nThe weight man is my partna so we pass purp\nWe be chiefin' Sour Diesel, I rock GAP shirts\nYou mad as hell at me, you came in last first\nI'm bout to trade the Vic and get a Jag, vert\nOr money, diamonds on me, had to splash, squirt\nShawty you's a teardrop, seen that ass first\nThere's plenty women on me, I don't chase [?]\nYou niggas in my lane, I just mash, swerve\nIf they say they ain't been biting they got some nerve\nBut I don't worry bout em, I just bend, curve\nAnd if you bout your money than just say 'word'\n\nAll this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt\n800 a zone, I'm talkin' gas, work\nAll about my check I need my cash, first\nBoy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve\nOut in California, you can smell it on my shirt\n800 dollars, on drink and on purp (loud)\nI splash, I squirt, I splash, I squirt, I splash, I squirt (hold on)\nYeah, I make the bitches go berserk (turn up)\nYeah, all a nigga do is get money, drank syrup\nAll a nigga do is drop the bands and get it first\nAstronaut persona man I'm never on Earth\nAll this pimpin' in my blood, I make the bitches say \"church\"\nChurch, and the smoke 800\nHe ain't bet a 100 with a pocket full of commas\nYou a slow learner, that's a pocket full of hundreds\n[?] baby, hundreds smell like ganja\n\nAll this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt\n800 a zone, I'm talkin' gas, work\nAll about my check I need my cash, first\nBoy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve\n\nBoy stay out my lane, side swipin', driving reckless\nYou collar bitin' niggas, man I should have bought a necklace (that right)\nIn the VIP, you know we buying out the section\nThe pack come in, its gone again, yeah, we move it out like Tetris\nYou know I tax work, I cap first\nI'm really talkin' [?], we just goin' swag surf\nI keep that .40 on me, I blast, squirt\nNigga tryna rob me, see the casket first\nI'm doing bout a 100 when I smash and swerve (skrtt)\nWeed be super strong, I'm talkin' gas, and purp\nAll these bitches on me, yeah they smash, and slurp\nThis money over all, yeah the cash come first, ayy\nAll this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt\n800 a zone, I'm talkin' gas, work\nAll about my check I need my cash, first\nBoy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve\n\nLil Vee, what's up? Not much, leggo, leggo\nI just sit back and observe, I don't say a word\nIf you come close to my lane you might just hit the curb (skrrt)\nI been gettin' my caps in, I can't help but splurge\nSippin' 100 dollar lean, [?] on the search\nTake it to another level cause I got the urge\nFlyest nigga around like them dirty birds\nYou know we shut it down, like when you get off work\nJust tell me what you want, my partners got the work\nAnd even gas, 20 dollar fill up\nI shoot craps, I made 5 bands off the [?]\nStrikin' everyday, I can't help but come up\nI should sign with Nike, gotta run that check up\n\nAll this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt\n800 a zone, I'm talkin' gas, work\nAll about my check I need my cash, first\nBoy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve\nAll this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt\n800 a zone, I'm talkin' gas, work\nAll about my check I need my cash, first\nBoy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Splashin' Feat. 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Not much, leggo, leggo\n  I just sit back and observe, I don't say a word\n  If you come close to my lane you might just hit the curb (skrrt)\n  I been gettin' my caps in, I can't help but splurge\n  Sippin' 100 dollar lean, [?] on the search\n  Take it to another level cause I got the urge\n  Flyest nigga around like them dirty birds\n  You know we shut it down, like when you get off work\n  Just tell me what you want, my partners got the work\n  And even gas, 20 dollar fill up\n  I shoot craps, I made 5 bands off the [?]\n  Strikin' everyday, I can't help but come up\n  I should sign with Nike, gotta run that check up\n\n  All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt\n  800 a zone, I'm talkin' gas, work\n  All about my check I need my cash, first\n  Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve\n  All this kush cologne on me I splash, squirt\n  800 a zone, I'm talkin' gas, work\n  All about my check I need my cash, first\n  Boy stay out my lane before I smash, swerve\n"},{"id":409504,"name":"100 Racks (feat. 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Yeah!\nFreebandz, OVO\nDJ Esco\nTalkin' duffle talk, yeah\n\n[Future &\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nAnd I, I got a...\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n\nHunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nAll y'all niggas don't matter\nI hit threes off balance\nI switch hands like Allen\nI'm just blessed, full of talent\nFor the whole 6 I'm wylin'\nYou think she your baby girl\nShe text us like Dallas\nOh shit, guess it don't matter\nTalk down on me, I'm flattered\nWhole Freebandz on Xanax\nY'all can't do no damage\nWrong cup, guess it don't matter\nThis one tastes like candy\nThis one must be Hendrix's\nFuck y'all boys, y'all finished\nYou're dead\nI don't talk to hoes about business\nDiamond in my tooth from the dentist\nPut a nigga name in the Guinness\nRemember where I'm from cause I'm a menace\nI ain't dead yet like I'm Bruce Willis\nI ain't really worried 'bout an image\nY'all still treat it like a scrimmage\n\n[Future &\nAnd I, I got a...\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nI, I got a...\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n\nYeah! Why not? Okay, okay, okay\nTruuu! 2 Chainz!\nHundred thousand bustin' out the wrapper\nCount it up 'til I get a callous\nI don't really talk to y'all rappers\nPut codeine in a Snapple\nPut codeine on a salad\nGuess I'm on a codeine diet\nPut another hundred in the rifle\nEverybody better be quiet\nEverybody put your hands higher\nThen I chop the top like, \"Hiyah\"\nAll of my 16s fire\nAll of my bitches buyers\nThey buyin' extra clothes, I mean\nThey bisexual, I mean\nVersace section though, I mean\nRoll up the Texaco, I mean\nThis is the crazy flow\nI got a straightjacket in the booth\nI smoke a joint doin' an interview\nGot the Rolex playin' peek-a-boo\nAll of you niggas that took the swag\nI'm a have to get residuals\nI'm a different individual\nGot my hand on my genitals\n\n[Future &\nI got a...\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nI, I got a...\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n\nWe ain't gotta use no scale\nIt's all there, you ain't gotta count it\nCrocodile Hermes bag\nStuffed all down my pockets\nHundred racks sittin' in the plastic\nI ain't even gon' fuckin' touch it\nYou can go ask L.A\nI don't go to work on budgets\nYou can go check these stones\nEverything on me flooded\nAnd I gotta work three phones\nName another nigga gettin' cloned\nPut a hoe nigga on a shirt\nGot a new bank account alert\nWhole Freebandz on mud\nTaliban gang on percs\nI ain't gonna take no shorts\nTurn my dog to a boss\nWe ain't gon' take no losses\nKnow you tryna steal that sauce\nHundreds on hundreds on hundreds\nI done ran up me a bag\nWe got a tour this summer\nI'm 'bout to run up a bag\nHundred thousand dollars for a walkthrough\nI'm a need mine in cash\nGot a whole city on my back\nI ain't 'bout to go outside\nWhole Freebandz on coke\n\n[Future &\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nI, I got a...\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\nGot a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 100 Racks (feat. Big Kuntry)\n  artist: Future\n  album: Dirty Sprite\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Summer 16! Yeah!\n  Freebandz, OVO\n  DJ Esco\n  Talkin' duffle talk, yeah\n\n  [Future &\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  And I, I got a...\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n\n  Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  All y'all niggas don't matter\n  I hit threes off balance\n  I switch hands like Allen\n  I'm just blessed, full of talent\n  For the whole 6 I'm wylin'\n  You think she your baby girl\n  She text us like Dallas\n  Oh shit, guess it don't matter\n  Talk down on me, I'm flattered\n  Whole Freebandz on Xanax\n  Y'all can't do no damage\n  Wrong cup, guess it don't matter\n  This one tastes like candy\n  This one must be Hendrix's\n  Fuck y'all boys, y'all finished\n  You're dead\n  I don't talk to hoes about business\n  Diamond in my tooth from the dentist\n  Put a nigga name in the Guinness\n  Remember where I'm from cause I'm a menace\n  I ain't dead yet like I'm Bruce Willis\n  I ain't really worried 'bout an image\n  Y'all still treat it like a scrimmage\n\n  [Future &\n  And I, I got a...\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  I, I got a...\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n\n  Yeah! Why not? Okay, okay, okay\n  Truuu! 2 Chainz!\n  Hundred thousand bustin' out the wrapper\n  Count it up 'til I get a callous\n  I don't really talk to y'all rappers\n  Put codeine in a Snapple\n  Put codeine on a salad\n  Guess I'm on a codeine diet\n  Put another hundred in the rifle\n  Everybody better be quiet\n  Everybody put your hands higher\n  Then I chop the top like, \"Hiyah\"\n  All of my 16s fire\n  All of my bitches buyers\n  They buyin' extra clothes, I mean\n  They bisexual, I mean\n  Versace section though, I mean\n  Roll up the Texaco, I mean\n  This is the crazy flow\n  I got a straightjacket in the booth\n  I smoke a joint doin' an interview\n  Got the Rolex playin' peek-a-boo\n  All of you niggas that took the swag\n  I'm a have to get residuals\n  I'm a different individual\n  Got my hand on my genitals\n\n  [Future &\n  I got a...\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  I, I got a...\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n\n  We ain't gotta use no scale\n  It's all there, you ain't gotta count it\n  Crocodile Hermes bag\n  Stuffed all down my pockets\n  Hundred racks sittin' in the plastic\n  I ain't even gon' fuckin' touch it\n  You can go ask L.A\n  I don't go to work on budgets\n  You can go check these stones\n  Everything on me flooded\n  And I gotta work three phones\n  Name another nigga gettin' cloned\n  Put a hoe nigga on a shirt\n  Got a new bank account alert\n  Whole Freebandz on mud\n  Taliban gang on percs\n  I ain't gonna take no shorts\n  Turn my dog to a boss\n  We ain't gon' take no losses\n  Know you tryna steal that sauce\n  Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds\n  I done ran up me a bag\n  We got a tour this summer\n  I'm 'bout to run up a bag\n  Hundred thousand dollars for a walkthrough\n  I'm a need mine in cash\n  Got a whole city on my back\n  I ain't 'bout to go outside\n  Whole Freebandz on coke\n\n  [Future &\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  I, I got a...\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n  Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper\n"},{"id":425465,"name":"Yeah Yeah (Remix) (feat. Tity Boi)","trackName":"Yeah Yeah (Remix) (feat. Tity Boi)","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Dirty Sprite","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro:]\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n\n[Verse 1: Future]\nAll-white bitch to match my all-white Louies\nMillionaire frames hand-made; I'm just coolin'\nKid so fly say it shines like a movement\nBitch say I party hard, told her I make movies\nPopcorn kush: no strings on ya coochie\nPop a DVD in, rollin, cruisin'\nYeah yeah... yeah, up there, swear\nWristwear cold, chande-lier\n\n[Hook:]\nYou see me? I see me too!\nWristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!\nWe don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos\nBoy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n\n[Verse 2: Rocko]\nWhole 'lotta white equal a whole 'lotta riches\nWhole 'lotta jew-els, I bought these for these bitches\nRocko Beckham: I know how to kick it!\nFinessed you, babe? I'm sorry, like Vinny \"I ain't in it\"\nReign hell on these bitches, got plenty I'm like Tiger\nThat nigga say he hot as me? Lil' buddy a liar!\nJump out that new Jaguar, superjump my kayer\nP Zero Nero, gon' pump up my tires\nRocko Dinero: I'm all about dinero\nYou know I keep that heat on me, no way you can creep on me\nThey was sleepin' on me, but now they workin for me\nYou see me? I see me too, bitch you can't ignore me\n\n[Hook:]\nYou see me? I see me too!\nWristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!\nWe don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos\nBoy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n\n[Verse 3: Future]\nMix-match my ice like I mix-match my hogs\nBlack, yellow, white: I change 'em up like I change clothes\nDon Corleone no cover for my eyesight\nEverything black: boutta kill niggas on sight\nEverything fly: boutta take flight outta sight\nBad bitch my type, two dykes, two nights\nTwo rights, can't deal Future no wrongs\nReRock stone like Fred Flintstone\nDrinkin on lean: two cups styrofoam\nTwo phones, I can't take these home\nCause too many bitches wanna call my phone\nLeave me alone while I get my lean on\nBlowin' on strong, sippin on 'tron\nThrowin up money, rippin my zone\n\n[Hook:]\nYou see me? I see me too!\nWristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!\nWe don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos\nBoy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\nYeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah (Remix) (feat. Tity Boi)\n  artist: Future\n  album: Dirty Sprite\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro:]\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n\n  [Verse 1: Future]\n  All-white bitch to match my all-white Louies\n  Millionaire frames hand-made; I'm just coolin'\n  Kid so fly say it shines like a movement\n  Bitch say I party hard, told her I make movies\n  Popcorn kush: no strings on ya coochie\n  Pop a DVD in, rollin, cruisin'\n  Yeah yeah... yeah, up there, swear\n  Wristwear cold, chande-lier\n\n  [Hook:]\n  You see me? I see me too!\n  Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!\n  We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos\n  Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n\n  [Verse 2: Rocko]\n  Whole 'lotta white equal a whole 'lotta riches\n  Whole 'lotta jew-els, I bought these for these bitches\n  Rocko Beckham: I know how to kick it!\n  Finessed you, babe? I'm sorry, like Vinny \"I ain't in it\"\n  Reign hell on these bitches, got plenty I'm like Tiger\n  That nigga say he hot as me? Lil' buddy a liar!\n  Jump out that new Jaguar, superjump my kayer\n  P Zero Nero, gon' pump up my tires\n  Rocko Dinero: I'm all about dinero\n  You know I keep that heat on me, no way you can creep on me\n  They was sleepin' on me, but now they workin for me\n  You see me? I see me too, bitch you can't ignore me\n\n  [Hook:]\n  You see me? I see me too!\n  Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!\n  We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos\n  Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n\n  [Verse 3: Future]\n  Mix-match my ice like I mix-match my hogs\n  Black, yellow, white: I change 'em up like I change clothes\n  Don Corleone no cover for my eyesight\n  Everything black: boutta kill niggas on sight\n  Everything fly: boutta take flight outta sight\n  Bad bitch my type, two dykes, two nights\n  Two rights, can't deal Future no wrongs\n  ReRock stone like Fred Flintstone\n  Drinkin on lean: two cups styrofoam\n  Two phones, I can't take these home\n  Cause too many bitches wanna call my phone\n  Leave me alone while I get my lean on\n  Blowin' on strong, sippin on 'tron\n  Throwin up money, rippin my zone\n\n  [Hook:]\n  You see me? I see me too!\n  Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!\n  We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos\n  Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n  Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!\n"},{"id":424588,"name":"Upper Echelon","trackName":"Upper Echelon","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Dirty Sprite","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\nWe so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\nWe so fuckin' high, upper echelon\n\n(Straight up) Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\nWe so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\nWe so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn!\n\nDozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie\nWave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic\nParty at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish (Straight up)\nShe gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands\nWalkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here\nDropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year\nDon't you come around me, ain't got the time B na' (Straight up)\nWatch me do the Randy, touchdown\nKnew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child\nRidin' right behind her, pull up beside her\nWe poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider\n\nPull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\nWe so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\nWe so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn!\n\nAight Travi' lets get it\nHustle Gang nigga! You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect\nOr else I guarantee you'll get wet\nYou fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest\nA choppa no less than a tech\nYou niggas want trouble in that I'm the best\nThey just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that\nI just might pull up wherever you at\nPut my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat\nOK, hol' up, let me freeze up\nThese niggas must have caught amnesia\nMy face caught in these streets cuh\nA1 credit, no Visa\nExcuse me shawty don't get me started\nIf yo shit sick, my shit retarded\nMotherfucker can't see the tree but before I\nGet wrong get shot then leave 'em in the forest, gone\nWait til the end of the Earth\nJust to get my check and bear get hurt\nFirst thing first, this what I do\nI'm a king motherfucker who the hell are you?\nJet suckas off top, I bet I do\nHustle gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool\nWe creme de la creme fuck them fuck niggas\nTop shelf upper echelon can't fuck with us\n\nPull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\nWe so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\nWe so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn!\n\n2 Chainz! Uh, pull up in the rari, my ho beside me\nIt's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry\nLet's get it jumpin', call it center court\nOn the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court\nJust beat the case, call it Larry Holmes\nOn the plane with your (Bitch in a carry on!)\nI do it for my city, then I fly away\nI can see tomorrow, I'm so high today\nI told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses\nYo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses\nPull out that seven, MAC eleven\nPastor, reverend, Versace heaven\n\nPull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\nWe so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\nWe so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn! (La Flame straight up)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Upper Echelon\n  artist: Future\n  album: Dirty Sprite\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\n  We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\n  We so fuckin' high, upper echelon\n\n  (Straight up) Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\n  We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\n  We so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn!\n\n  Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie\n  Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic\n  Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish (Straight up)\n  She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands\n  Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here\n  Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year\n  Don't you come around me, ain't got the time B na' (Straight up)\n  Watch me do the Randy, touchdown\n  Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child\n  Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her\n  We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider\n\n  Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\n  We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\n  We so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn!\n\n  Aight Travi' lets get it\n  Hustle Gang nigga! You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect\n  Or else I guarantee you'll get wet\n  You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest\n  A choppa no less than a tech\n  You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best\n  They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that\n  I just might pull up wherever you at\n  Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat\n  OK, hol' up, let me freeze up\n  These niggas must have caught amnesia\n  My face caught in these streets cuh\n  A1 credit, no Visa\n  Excuse me shawty don't get me started\n  If yo shit sick, my shit retarded\n  Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I\n  Get wrong get shot then leave 'em in the forest, gone\n  Wait til the end of the Earth\n  Just to get my check and bear get hurt\n  First thing first, this what I do\n  I'm a king motherfucker who the hell are you?\n  Jet suckas off top, I bet I do\n  Hustle gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool\n  We creme de la creme fuck them fuck niggas\n  Top shelf upper echelon can't fuck with us\n\n  Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\n  We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\n  We so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn!\n\n  2 Chainz! Uh, pull up in the rari, my ho beside me\n  It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry\n  Let's get it jumpin', call it center court\n  On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court\n  Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes\n  On the plane with your (Bitch in a carry on!)\n  I do it for my city, then I fly away\n  I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today\n  I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses\n  Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses\n  Pull out that seven, MAC eleven\n  Pastor, reverend, Versace heaven\n\n  Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)\n  We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)\n  We so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn! (La Flame straight up)\n"}]