Future - Fuk Faces lyrics

{Intro – Future} Me and lil' mama, we exchange the f-ck faces Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy Cooling you down, you making me win {Bridge – Future} Me and lil' mama, we exchange the f-ck faces Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy Jump in the Benz, turning all 10 Cooling you down, you making me win Took her to Chanel, she lost her mind, went crazy Introduced her to the real diamonds, no fugazy {Verse 1 – Future} Chrome heart, clip, frame, that's when you know you made it Only way you drive it, if it's turbo, baby I get NBA money, KD I can go 100 rounds, ni-ga, don't play me Designer all the way down, bi-ch, slay me Automatic drip, AK me Baddy, baddy, better than Janet Jackson Feed ya racks, what ya expect? Got Stella McCartney, down your back Grey Poupon, thanks to the connect Canary stones all on your neck Tough man till morning, give me respect Bending it over, girl, I'm obsessed Keeping me focused, I'm impressed {Chorus – Future} Wiping off your Louie V, bi-ch Hermès on your feet, bi-ch Dior on your sleeve, bi-ch Red wine when you sleep, bi-ch Wiping off your Louie V, bi-ch Hermès on your feet, bi-ch Dior on your sleeve, bi-ch Red wine when you sleep {Verse 2 – Future} I'm a motherfu–ing king, what you expect? Yeah, my Prada fanny pack is a pet Get the bust down Patek like you Barti I'ma spoil you like a brat, you a Barbie Hermès on my elbows down to my knees, bi-ch Look down at your stilettos, double C's, bi-ch Driving a big B with the wings on your seat, bi-ch Wanna be down on my team, can't be a weak bi-ch Gotta tell me all your secrets, can't be sneaky, bi-ch If you shy, drink tequila and get freaky, bi-ch We woke up in the sky, G60 ‘Fore you tell me a lie, we could fix this Found too many diamonds to get seasick Presidentials for my daughters and my nieces Treated you just like family, that's how I keep it I'm a man of my word, meet me at the Four Seasons Stamp your pa**port up, I pledge allegiance Get your Visa paid for if it's needed I can't see your ex-ni*ga, ain't no reason We all learn and we live and it's needed {Chorus} Wiping off your Louie V, bi-ch Hermès on your feet, bi-ch Dior on your sleeve, bi-ch Red wine when you sleep, bi-ch {Outro} Me and lil' mama, we exchange the f-ck faces Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy Share this…