[Intro: Young Thug & Future]
Ten black cars like the president
Ten black cars like the president
Ten black cars like the president
Ten black cars like the president
Skrrrrr

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
I got, new G-Wagon Pirellies, yeah
Couture bape that's debit
Ten new whips, cranberries
Don't knock at the store for no credit
Drop the top on the car, spaghetti
Ain't no fraud in my gang, we winnin'
AMG on my engine
And I'm not pretending
My bank is the best, you gon' get it
My gators got mud like they swimmin'
I ran up them digits, John Lennon
I fucked on that kitty, no kiddin'
I turned my dawg to a plug
My n***as in love with the mud
I smash on that broad on the camera
These n***as, they don't want no Ana
The Maybach came in like a Sprinter
I am not a pretender (Woo)
We came down the block and we spent 'em
Hot box your rental (Yeah)
I got me at least fifty bitches, I need way more credentials
In the summer, my neck is on winter
Less of losers and way more winners
In the summer, my neck is on winter
I done hit her and got in the middle
Got a stash in the back of the rental
She gon' eat on a n***a like dinner
I get down and dirty for mine when shit get ugly
You gotta be out your fuckin' mind you think you fuck with me
Yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Ten black cars like the president (Skrrt)
Ten black cars like the president (Yeah)
Ten black cars like the president (Yeah, yeah)
Ten black cars like the president (Yeah)
Ten new Glocks, Osama
Ten new Glocks, Osama
Ten new Glocks, Osama
Ten new Glocks, Osama

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
The Maybach came with a ship
The Maybach came with a ship
I chop off the brain when I'm ready
I'm takin' the top off the ship
My Maybach, it came with a 'Rari
My Goyard, it came with a shovel
I'll cop a Rolls Royce
Give it away to my n***a

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Future]
Catch 'em and make 'em drink nut, uh
Hey, I don't speak crip, uh
N***as ain't tryna get up
Got a big bankroll on us
Put that raw dog food on my n***a
I put raw dog food on my bitch, ayy
Should be ashamed with a group text
Cuban link with a crew cut
White T, don't say nothin', but it cost a throwback jersey
Thirty for a hot box like BoJack
I got this water on me dancin' (Yeah)
Strong bankroll, I could stand on it
Too much water on to extend, homie
Big family, I wan' be a bread winner
Straight up out the ghetto
Already comin', we comin' with smoke, nobody want it with us
Start, start finger fuckin' all this money, watch a n***a finger fuck the money
I fall asleep with the money, I fell in love all again with the money
Wide body swingin' all on the road
Maybach whip, suicide doors on it
[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Ten black cars like the president
Ten black cars like the president (Ten, ten)
Ten black cars like the president (Yeah)
Ten black cars like the president (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ten new Glocks, Osama (Skrrt)
Ten new Glocks, Osama (Yeah)
Ten new Glocks, Osama (Yeah, yeah)
Ten new Glocks, Osama (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
The Maybach came with a ship (Yeah, yeah)
The Maybach came with a ship (Yeah, yeah)
I chop off the brain when I'm ready (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm takin' the top off the ship (Take off the top)
My Maybach, it came with a 'Rari ('Rari)
My Goyard, it came with a shovel (A shovel)
I'll cop a Rolls Royce (Skrrt)
Give it away to my n***a