Will-A-Fool - Future Back lyrics

[Verse 1: Future] I got wound stripes, thats 30 years of runnin' I should be with Big Meech, I get so much money I started off finessin', and then I wash my hands Do not touch it, if it ain't them bands I pray to messiah told him I want it all Put me in the game, or I crawl behind the wall I'm living lavish, smashin' on these pink toes More paper than Kinkos, drinkin' bottles and they gold- ROSE! Drinkin lean and its heavy OKAY! Yea, poppin' wheelies on a banshee We throwin' money on these hoes and they ain't even dancin' And its coming back white, marlyn manson They yellin' young future back, and he brought good crack Macheveli And im fillin' up my belly, with pies, vegetary Im a dog on these hoes, vetinary Yea, I make movies, tyler perry Yo main dame, thats my secretary But you good cuz I love money, february Gotta lot of sh** on my mind but can't get discouraged Apply major pressure, you better be weary You bout to get your 'ish,dog you gon' get your 'ish The preacher gonna say a scripture, I'm asking for forgiveness I hear the streets callin', all the little ghetto children Future all they know, astronaut pluto, numero uno Im coming for your throat b**h I gotta have it, I know you waitin' to taste it And I'mma murder every track n***a cold case it