[Intro: Future]
U.O.E.N.O it
Po high-class n***as
This shit sound crazy
Fly shit on me
You know what I’m sayin’?

[Chorus: Future]
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it
This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it
I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it
My n***as all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it
Got killers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it
This a million dollar watch n***a, U.O.E.N.O it
Got a million dollar crib n***a, U.O.E.N.O it

[Verse 1: Rocko]
Ay that monster truck, sit tall as fuck, it’s so big can’t even tow it (yeah)
Don't like snakes keep my grass cut, so low can't even mow it (nah)
Sip Dom Peri', little high glow, no no we don’t do Moet (no)
If it ain't P.J., no Rose from me hostess don’t even pour it (no)
Specks on Tom Ford (ford), button-down Michael Kors (yeah)
Always on like the refrigerator, I’m plugged in, ho, you know it (you know it)
A.P. and that Piguet, wear 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 gon know it, damn who shot you, they don’t even know it (huh)
Hawks game fuckin' floor it(floor it), TV seat front row it (-row it)
Rocko Da Don CEO it, ain’t gotta rap and you know it (know it, hahaha)
[Chorus: Future]
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it
This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it
I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it
My n***as all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it
Got killers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it
This a million dollar watch n***a, U.O.E.N.O it
Got a million dollar crib n***a, U.O.E.N.O it

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
That n***a sold you that re-rock, you ain't even know it
I'd 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 n***as wacked, you ain't even know it
Your main n***a bout to turn his back, you ain't even know it

[Chorus: Future & (2 Chainz)]
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it
This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it
I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it
My n***as all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it
Got killers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it (yeah)
This a million dollar watch n***a, U.O.E.N.O it (2 Chainz)
Got a million dollar crib n***a, U.O.E.N.O it
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Got tats all on my skin, up to my forehead
Tryna hide all this pain, I don’t wanna show it
I’m about my dollars, I Creflo it
What’s the use of havin' that ass if you ain’t gon' throw it? (tell ‘em)
I say throw that ass (throw that ass), throw that ass (throw it)
Got the city on my back right now, I’mma need shoulder pads
In every photograph I take picture
N***as know I got them priors Richard
Jealous n***as I despise pistol
And if she a cutie-pie, I’ll eat you
Got half a key in my car, you don’t even know it
I don’t have a key to my car, that bitch foreign
Ammunition on me, I Rambo it
Watch me swag over this beat, I’m flamboyant

[Chorus: Future]
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it
This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it
I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it
My n***as all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it
Got killers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it
This a million dollar watch n***a, U.O.E.N.O it
Got a million dollar crib n***a, U.O.E.N.O it
[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Been rich for 'bout a year now, you ain't even know it
Had a long talk with my accountant, I ain't even blew it
The whole game bit my shit, you ain't even know it
A$AP on the remix, you ain't even know it
I say these n***as, need lord - got a crib they can't even afford
In the club lookin' all boredm show 'em your money, you ain't even throw it
And that crib you don't even own it, that lean, you ain't even pour it
Every bad bitch dream about my dick, you ain't even know it
She poppin' and droppin' it lower, droppin' it down to the floor
Give you the feeling it's yours, open you, score, you ain't even know her
She asked about my journey as she sat upon my lap
I said "I'm fresh up out the slums but I ain't never going back"
You ain't know?

[Chorus: Future]
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it
This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it
I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it
My n***as all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it
Got killers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it
This a million dollar watch n***a, U.O.E.N.O it
Got a million dollar crib n***a, U.O.E.N.O it

[Verse 5: Wiz Khalifa]
We've got a lot of marijuana
If you see me you got a problem
Run up on me like you want it
Guaranteed we're gonna solve it
They'll be thinkin' someone shot him
Hit him with a bottle
I'mma let a n***a have it
Started from the bottom
Now my diamonds looking autumn
And police don't even caught him
It's a milli if you call him, presidential rollie
It's a ticket if you want it
And I'll show you lil' n***as you can get it if you want it
U-O-E-N-O...
That good weed you don't even blow
See I drank so much Bombay in here tonight, can't even drive
And that head feel so good to me that I can't even lie
See me all up on the curb, you think I'm drunk when I'm swerving
See you ask how much it cost, you n***as got a lot of nerve
So much money
All the motherfuckin' bottles up in here I got nervous
Order more, car service - Phantom Rolls Royce curtains
Roll one more and that's curtains
Young Khalifa, that's curtains
In Taylor Gang we worship

[Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar]
I fucked up the rap game and you ain't even know it
I just fucked what's her name and you ain't even know it (you ain't even know it)
She got a *beep* tattoo and you ain't even know it (real talk)
We about to form a little group and you ain't even know it, let's get it
Stuck in a rock and a hard place
Eminem, Pac and where God stay
Timberlands pop that jaw bone
Now bitch n***a, tell me how that tar taste
And even Tarzan can get swung on
I never hung out with the loud mouth
You got a foul mouth
And that dead body gon' smell foul when it fouls out
She filed my nails in the Bahamas
We found ourselves in the Bahamas
She found God, meditation, and peace
I found myself without a condom
You know everybody having them babies
It's a beautiful thing it ain't crazy
If a rapper monogamous, you know what the problem is?
Too many bitches got rabies
And I hate a ho-hoppin' woman
Stank pussy-poppin' woman
You fuckin' fool don't know about you
But my dick need 17 years on it
Anything after that is just a bonus
And I been in the lab with my opponents
And since Sway done swayed that list
He got a flatscreen the next morning
Tell 'em I need my credit when it's due
Tell 'em I need my lettuce when it's new
Tell 'em I got a fetish for fine fabric, Franklins and saying, "Fuck you"
Tell 'em it's TDE 'til I'm DDT'd in that grave
And Top Dawg is proof
'til my n***a Whoo Kid get free, ain't shit comin' for free
I'm 'bout to rape you n***as 'til you recoup
(Dizzle)

[Verse 7: ScHoolboy Q]
It's a groovy n***a, that's all day, Backwood hold three grams
Got a six-shooter, that revolver spinning, shell stuck inside, but won't jam
This hoody here about two stacks, hell yeah that bitch could gon' go ham
Molly in her drink, but she asked me to and oh yeah I got this on cam
Gangsta n***a, no trap beats, bet I still sound like that new shit
Originality in my blueprint, still Figg side, Figueroa pimp
Her big ass where my palm hit, pull my dick out, she gon' balm it
Swag surfin' all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet
O-X-Y for these morons, that be that new shit I'm pushin'
Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them coffins
These n***as ain't popping, tell them, old n***as, to move on
Aw damn I done said it, all them can beheaded

[Verse 8: Ab-Soul]
She ain't single but she solo, you ain't even know it
Unsigned with sold out shows, you ain't even know it
My lips black but they ain’t chapped, she ain’t even know that
Let’s have sex, she said, "Yes", you know she ain’t "no" that
Seed of life on my chest, my head next to her breast
My mind all in the clouds, just bought an ounce of the best
No talking when I’m off that loud
I came quick so she pissed
You know I’m good for another round
But it’s hard when everybody on your dick
Know real n***as that’s crips, I know real n***as that’s bloods
Know real n***as that’s thugging like you ain’t know what’s up
Got codeine in my cup, got a couple checks that need cashing
And you could take that to the bank, what’s life without a balance?
You ain't even know it, n***a, I be everywhere you ain’t even going
I thought it was snowing, but I’m just the coldest n***a out here flowin'
Sick of all that bullshit y’all been promoting, but (Soul!)
Carson in the motherfucking house
Del Amo, watch your motherfucking mouth
I took the game by storm, just to X men out
I'm crazy out my mind, I put my life on the line
The tortoise only makes progress when his neck sticks out
Just a little token of gold if you ain't know it, though

[Verse 9: Jay Rock]
Respect, I get the utmost, I'm so dope I'm a walking kilo
36 Os, you don't even know I'm gettin' cheese like Cheetos
You mad that we BMFing, bitch-ass n***as steady PMSing
I never show my hands, can't know my plans
Gotta keep them guessing, Rock, I was off the scene
Now a n***a back like a four and a half
Shooting up the set like Spielberg
See the big picture when them hammers flash
I don't post a lot on Instagram
That's the quickest way they'll get you, man
Leave that shit for the bitches man
Alphabet boys, they'll get your ass
IRS, they was on a n***a
Cashed them out, now I'm scot-free
Got my passport in my JanSport, now I'm overseas
You don't even know it
Rock been killin' this shit, no gloves, no mask on me
Just 100 thousand cash on me
Back then, I was doing bad, homie
All my bitches bad now, my old hoes try to keep tabs on me
Safe to say I'm the man now, fuck ass n***a just stand down
'Fore the shots go up and it's man down
Hands down, still popping, no prescription, I'm flexing
Suplex a pussy, I've been off the edge
Too late to push me, n***a I ain't fell off
Used to move Frosted Flakes like Kellogg's
Pull up to the bank, count paper like tellers
Top Dawg, Money Gang, bitch, we've been on
Clothesline the beat, n***a, John Cena
Been having stripes, can't walk in my Adidas
Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina
Black Hippy shit, Rock gon' bleed 'em

[Verse 10: 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

[Chorus: Future]
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it
This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it
I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it
My n***as all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it
Got killers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it
This a million dollar watch n***a, U.O.E.N.O it
Got a million dollar crib n***a, U.O.E.N.O it