[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
I'ma just hit my cup in the booth, you know what I'm sayin'? (FBG)
And I got ice in that motherfucker too (YSL)
And it's hittin' like jewelry

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
I'm running out of money (Running out of money)
I need another loan (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck n***a playin' (Fuck n***a playin')
We'll come wipe your nose (Wipe a n***a nose)
My n***as all vultures (N***as all vultures)
I ran 'em off the road (Yeah, yeah)
Keep it in the streets (Yeah, ayy)
Designer our clothes (Designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (Bitches all bad)
They kickin' n***a doors (Woohoo)
I do it by myself (Do it by myself)
I split it with the bro's (Yeah, yeah)
I do it like (Yeah, yeah)
I do it like woah (Do it like, do it like woah)
The red light (Do it like, red light) (Slatt)
Or the midnight blues (The midnight blues)

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
I'm running through racks, I need another safe
I'm running through racks, I'm running out of space
I bought a new Ghost, fucking up cake
I ran through a check like Usain (God damn)
And I'm drinking my cup when I'm in a blue flame (Woohoo)
When you fucking on a stripper, better keep putting change
VVS's on me and I'm covered up
Got my cup pink like it's Robituss'
On a double cup, watch me fuck it up
I done had enough, I ain't had enough
Put my main bitch on payroll
I don't wear them shits, they a day old
I'm a plug now, call me Pedro (Facts)
Keep the money machine in the trunk with me (Facts)
Slatt slatt, and the case closed
Slatt slatt, now the case closed (Slatt, slatt)
Matte grey on the Range Rove'
And I'm busting checks n***a, 44 (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm running out of money (Running out of money)
I need another loan (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck n***a playin' (Fuck n***a playin')
We'll come wipe your nose (Wipe a n***a nose)
My n***as all vultures (N***as all vultures, Jeffery)
I ran 'em off the road (Yeah, yeah)
Keep it in the streets (Yeah, Oh)
Designer our clothes (Designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (Bitches all bad)
They kickin' n***a doors (Woohoo)
I do it by myself (Woah, yeah)
I split it with the bro's (Yeah, yeah)
I do it like (Do it like)
I do it like woah (Yeah, yeah, for hoes)
The red light (Red light)
Or the midnight blues (Slatt, slatt)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Whole lotta racks
A little bit of space (A little bit of space)
I treat a bitch bad (Treat a bitch bad)
I bust it on her face (Here you go, bae)
My pockets on Bible (What?)
I wan' be like Mase (Wan' be like Mase?)
My music on Tidal (And what?)
But I don't know Jay (Hah)
Coming with a razor, razor (Racks)
The midnight blazer, blazer (Midnight)
I got me a Gucci rugby (Yeah)
Double G's on my blazer, baby (Woo)
Gotta go to another county (Yeah)
Won't see my neighbors, baby (Yeah)
She'll never never fit my standards (Yeah)
My milkshake Dolce banana (Facts)
Put a motherfuckin' FN to debo
All my babies got good hair like my baby mom Migos (Like they Migos)
I was in the spot getting drunk, 3 hoes was taking my ego (Taking my ego)
N***a got climb on a muhfuckin' latter so you talkin' bout B-roll
He know (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm running out of money (Running out of money)
I need another loan (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck n***a playin' (Fuck n***a playin')
We'll come wipe your nose (Wipe a n***a nose)
My n***as all vultures (N***as all vultures)
I ran 'em off the road (Yeah, yeah)
Keep it in the streets (Yeah, oh)
Designer our clothes (Designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (Bitches all bad)
They kickin' n***a doors (Woohoo)
I do it by myself (Woah)
I split it with the bro's (Yeah, yeah)
I do it like (Do it like)
I do it like woah (Yeah, yeah)
The red light (Slatt)
Or the midnight blues (Slatt, slatt, slatt)