Young Scooter - Ooooh lyrics

[Intro: Future] Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up I told that n***a I'll get that pop star Ahh, if she fine ''ll f** her And I spend a lot of caca Unghh [Chorus: Future] Doin' donuts at 200, ooooh I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa Flying through Cuba like huh Hangin' out the window, spraying ohh I do the dash on these n***as, ohh I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, ohh I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha [Verse 1: Future] I'm poppin' tags, he poppin' tags He swaggy and I'm flashy I drive the Rover like Denali, no exaggeration Diamonds dancin' on my faces, in my bezels face Presidential status I just whipped the coupe, the Bentley like I'm on a banshee Doin' a donut out of Magic, 360 man I'm poppin' tags, I drop a lil' cash, two fifty, man Freebandz n***a, known to f**in' get it, man That's on my city, man Sippin' this, sippin' this gold rose Whippin' the coupe like a wide body Hangin' out the window like "why, why" Lettin' in off from the other side I whip the whip from the other side I hit the scene like a homicide Splash, splash, I told the j**eler, "Bring everything" My feet to the floor, I'm on everything [Chorus: Future] Doin' donuts at 200, ooooh I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa Flying through Cuba like huh Hangin' out the window, spraying ohh I do the dash on these n***as, ohh I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, ohh I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha [Verse 2: Young Scooter] Maserati smashin', now Future ride Bentley coupe Young Scooter ride Bentley coupe We do the sh** that bosses do Real street sh** No rap, I'm worth a mil or two Scooter always flexin' And I pull up and embarra** you Hit up Eliantte Yeah, that's a ice check We don't rock fake gold Real diamonds 'round my neck Came up in the dope hole Remix out my dope bowl 150 in the Fastlane I'm smashing on you broke hoes Black Amigo gang, we love to count up BM, FBG, we blood brothers 500 in my blunt, that's how I roll up Blowin' fifty in the club when we turn up [Chorus: Future] Doin' dash at 200, ooh I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa Flying through Cuba like huh Hangin' out the window, spraying ohh I do the dash on these n***as, ohh I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, ohh I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha