Future - Do It Like lyrics

I’m running out of money I need another loan F**k n**ga playin’ We’ll come wipe your nose My n**gas all vultures I ran ’em off the road Yes we leave Designer our clothes My b**ches all bad They kicking n**ga doors I do it by myself I split it with the bro’s I do it like I do it like woah The red light Or the midnight blows I’m running through racks I need another safe I’m running through racks I’m running out of space I bought a new house, f**king up cake I ran through a check like Usain And I’m drinking my cup With a middle blue flame When you f**king 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 f**k it up I done had enough, I ain’t had enough Put my main b**ch on payroll I don’t wear them s**ts, they a day old I’m a plug now, call me Pedro Keep the money machine in the trunk with me Slatt slatt, and the case closed Slatt slatt, now the case closed Matte grey on the Range Rove’ And I’m busting checks n**ga, 44 I’m running out of money I need another loan F**k n**ga playin’ We’ll come wipe your nose My n**gas all vultures I ran ’em off the road Yes we leave Designer our clothes My b**ches all bad They kicking n**ga doors I do it by myself (woah, yeah) I split it with the bro’s I do it like I do it like woah The red light Or the midnight blows Whole lotta racks, a little bit of space I treat a b**ch bad, I bust it on her face My pockets on Bible, I wanna be like Mase My music on Tidal but I don’t know Jay Coming with a razor, razor The midnight blazer, blazer I got me a Gucci, baby Jeans on my blazer, baby Gotta go to another county We’ll see my neighbors, baby She’ll never never fit my standards, my .. Put a muhf**kin’ FN to All my babies got good hair like my baby mom Migos I was in the spot getting drunk, 3 h*es was taking my ego N**ga got climb on a muhf**kin’ latter so you talkin’ bout B-roll He know I’m running out of money I need another loan F**k n**ga playin’ We’ll come wipe your nose My n**gas all vultures I ran ’em off the road Yes we leave Designer our clothes My b**ches all bad They kicking n**ga doors I do it by myself I split it with the bro’s I do it like I do it like woah The red light Or the midnight blows