Future - Ready lyrics

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Future - Ready lyrics

[Intro: Future] Apply major pressure my n***a You hear me? [Hook 1: Future] Money on my mind, can't take it off that sh** A n***a's got five different iPhones I only pick it up for that grip Any time they come around here We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready We just get ready Any time they come around here We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready [Verse 1: B.o.B] It's Ray Bands and Freebandz, we getting money While you're hating, we're somewhere in Abu Dhabi With Arabians G5'in, and with my posse It's outrages, on that good Jamaican That's right I'm too faded, you're two shaded I'm too greedy with two ladies Excellence I'm exuberating I'm finna smash like two potatoes I don't give a f**, not even two maybes I turn up on n***as like rutabagas I do it daily, I do it daily That's my swag, you should pay me Ain't that the truth? This is my whip, ain't that the coupe? Hustle Gang ain't that the squad? b**h, act like you've got a clue While they out here catching feelings, I'mma catch a flight or two I just give her major pressure while she gave me major (ooooh!) [Hook 2: Future] Money on my mind, can't take it off that sh** They've got five different iPhone's Always picking up for that grip Any time they come around here We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready We just get ready Any time they come around here We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready We just get ready Any time they come around here We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready [Verse 2: B.o.B] Anything they wanna do, hell yeah I'm ready for it Sexy b**h, just throw that back, hell yeah she's ready for it They thought that the boy was stool, now my sh**, they're checkin' for it And your girl, she's addicted to it, I think that ho needs Betty Ford All I heard was "that boy's pop" All I heard was "that boy's not" Top 5 on any list, but I've moved up by five slots I'm pa**ed one, high as f** I don't see n***as until I look down I've just turned my crib in to the hookah spot You are now welcomed to the kush lounge So miss me with that f**ery Girl, come here with that s**ery Ham Squad, Hustle Gang, that's that Underground Luxury I don't mess with them fake types, I'd ban hem all, if it was up to me Even if a b**h was a cashier, still she'd never get a buck from me [Hook 3: Future] Money on my mind, can't get off that sh** They've got five different iPhones Always picking up for that grip Any time they come around here We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready We just get ready Any time they come around here We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready We just get ready Any time they come around here We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready