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"Sh!t (Remix)"

[Intro: Future]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Ayy!
Ayy!
Ayy!
Ayy!
sh*t!

[Chorus: Future]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a, you ain't bought sh*t
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, n***a, you ain't popped sh*t
All you talk 'Nana clips, n***a, you ain't shot sh*t
Spending money on these hoes, n***a, you ain't f**k sh*t

[Verse 1: Drake]
Took n***as out the hood like I'm from there
So you know it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run that
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there, n***a
But I had to come through for the remix
On my haven’t-done-a-verse-in-eight-weeks sh*t
And if a n***a say my name, he the hot sh*t
But if I say the n***a name, he still the hot sh*t
f**ked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip
n***as act like they don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait
But I'm the one that's killing n***as on the hooks, though
And n***as ain't got a grill, still ice-grill hating
I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, n***a, I feel amazing
I'll call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap n***a with the 'Melo deal
You need to come to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't sh*t once you get a mil'
And n***as say it’s all good
That’s how you better feel, n***a, nah!
f**k that, this year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young n***a bricked up
f**k n***as gon' be f**k n***as
That's why we never gave a f**k
When a f**k n***a switched up, damn!

[Chorus: Future & Juicy J]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a, you ain't bought sh*t
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, n***a, you ain't popped sh*t
All you talk 'Nana clips, n***a, you ain't shot sh*t
Spending money on these hoes, n***a, you ain't f**k sh*t
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (sh*t!), n***a, you ain't bought sh*t (sh*t!)
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (sh*t!), n***a, you ain't popped sh*t (sh*t!)
All you talk 'Nana clips (sh*t!), n***a, you ain't shot sh*t (sh*t!)
Spending money on these hoes (sh*t!), n***a, you ain't f**k sh*t (sh*t!)
Mike-Will Made It! Let's get it! (Ma-fi-UH!)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
If money talk then your pockets ain't saying sh*t
I'm in the bathroom getting head from yo' b*t*h
And I ain't paying her sh*t
You want beef? You don't know who you playing with (Hey!)
I tell my pilot to land the jet (Hey!)
I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off (Hey!)
Give a click and you n***as dead where you standing at (Hey!)
I'm just a trippy n***a smoking on cabbage
Your money funny like Jim Carrey
I got a b*t*h and she super bad like Halle
And we still keeping that white like Barry
I'm a rich n***a, still keep a pistol with me
n***a, you ain't f**kin' with a picture of me
I got all this cake and shooters with me
Just in case you pu**y n***as try to get you a piece
What it is, my n***a? What it's hittin' for? (Hey!)
Where the car you were whippin' in you video? (Hey!)
Where the ice at, n***a? Where them pretty hoes? (Hey!)
You a fraud, real n***as already know (Hey!)
Broke-ass n***as, I can't stand 'em (Hey!)
I hit 'em with the cannon
I'm buying off the mall at random (Hey!)
Juicy J, that n***a fresh to death (Hey!)
Smoke it 'til it's nothing left
Peel off, then I'm ghost in my Phantom

[Chorus: Future]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a, you ain't bought sh*t
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, n***a, you ain't popped sh*t
All you talk 'Nana clips, n***a, you ain't shot sh*t
Spending money on these hoes, n***a, you ain't f**k sh*t

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