Dj Khaled - That Range Rover Came With Steps lyrics

[Future & DJ Khaled:] f**! f**in lawsuits n***a We the best music! Murder rate, murder rap Pluto Drenched chest franklins gotti DJ Khaled! [Future:] f**ed the DA on my way here I made some millions on my way here n***a I seen your comment on my way here I laughed my a** off on my way here n***a Balenciaga with the brain bust open That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar Load my gun co*k it back then I push start I can’t name how many times they tried to clone me This dirty money help me see the double Sidity thots, know they ain’t forever My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs Spend three hundred thousand or better all the cars The Maybach park itself, n***a That range rover came with steps, n***a Electric tables in the back I’m eating filet mignon He been 44’n all year I put that Rollie on Trapping good all year put the rollie on They parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum Say a prayer for my young n***a, know he dumb The murder rate going up n***a, I done ran this check up n***a Get hit up from the neck up n***a, yeah The goyard looking like a graveyard Murder money, I’m in love with murder money Old friends of me turned into my enemy My money and fame changes n***as into enemies All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy Want to send a hit but too far in the industry I feel your energy I know you n***as envy me They rep the gang that bangin’ it out in penitentiary I watch the sh** come out your mouth and it’s finicky I’m tryna love you but I doubt I’ll scream infinity With these billions on my mind it’s hard to be cohesive Gettin’ that A-Rod money like I hit the needle Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter And I gave ’em all dope and they pissed off Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya I got my memphis ten n***as waiting to jack ya I got some DC n***as waiting to kidnap ya I got the clappers, finessers, and the trappers Before the rap, you gotta go dap em Don’t forget to look a n***a when they after ya [Yo Gotti:] I told Future I can see the future Told my b**h I love you ‘fore I knew you I know I’m blessed n***a Hallelujah I’m grateful and if you diss me then I might shoot ya Brrr you don’t f** with me the feeling mutual f** you, half these rap n***as owe the j**eler f** ’em I was selling keys to success I was coppin’ keys outta Texas New Wraith with the stars in it New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it They talk ’bout all this money we make and all these n***as they hatin’ Let’s talk ’bout runnin’ that bag up fast cause we ain’t got no patience Let’s talk ’bout poppin’ strips and xans like we ‘re patients And the fed’s allegations have you pacin’ Million dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful You tryna get that 100 Mil I’ma race you Dope boy, I ain’t never wanna be a rap n***a Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap n***a New york Times read Jay Z just signed a trap n***a Kitchen like it’s Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back n***a You f**in’ the money up if I’m being honest Gotta be grateful I never break the promise I know my plug love me, I know my b**h hate me I heard my hood salty I tried to tell ’em it ain’t my fault It’s just my blessings called me But since they hatin’ on an n***a I’ma keep ballin’ And I ain’t textin’ that b**h back because she keep stallin’ If she ain’t f** the first night then she just miss her callin’ f** a plea, I’m goin’ to trial poker face I’m all in Patek Philippe it AP, 40 mil I’m all in Plug hit my line I act like I ain’t see ’em callin’ I work so hard for mine I’m tryna get some free bands I’m the king of the city my house Graceland No respect for rappers they respect the coke man That’s why your favorite rapper actin’ like the dope man n***a