Future - Film lyrics

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Future - Film lyrics

[Hook x2 - Future:] You wanna make a film, film, film It is what it is, is, is We wanna make a film, film, film Any haters we can't see em, see em, see em [Verse 1 - Juicy J:] I been looking at ya Behind my hater blockas Louis Vuitton when I spot ya Bodies drop when I drop ya Turn a club into a opera We keep bottles next to em choppas Ain't no time to talk about record deals cuz I'm not signing you n***as And all the haters like, Juicy J got the whole section And all these b**hes they ain't looking my direction Thats right my n***a middle finger to the undercover over there wearing that sweater Our phone snapping pictures Yo wife and your daughter in the club drinking My goons don't care bout nothing Turn cameras on for the money to land on something n***a I run this, Memphis, Tennessee from the gutta Diamonds all in my chain Baddest b**h give me brain VIP, high as f** you need binoculars to see us [Hook x2] [Verse 2 - Juicy J:] Shes yo wife when she get home, get it to my crib now shes my actress Get her on the jet watch her throw that a** backwards Hit it from the back and she love it that I slap it Lights camera action watch it get nasty Freaky like Aliyah [?] Camcorder on put the sh** on Netflix Bring on the next chick need more hoes to cast it Face like Hallie Barry, monster ball sequel We finna try more thangs That p**y so good, it keep Juicy J coming back like a time machine I give it to her til she tap out Watch her leg shake, blow the back out And when I'm done with the p**y I mash out To the strip club, throw the cash out I'm taking girls home then I penetrate em Tell her bring some friends I’ll eliminate ‘em And I ain't even f**ing these chicks raw I keep it wrapped up like Christmas paper This Louis V is alligator Rolex in the refrigerator You ain't no n***a that's ice cold n***a Got yo ho n***a and she wanna make a film [Hook x2] [Outro x2 - Juicy J:] Who ya know blow cash like me Who ya know got swag like me Who ya know get trippy like me Who ya know f**ing b**hes like me