Soundtracks - Stains by Future lyrics

[Intro: Future] Trill, yeah That's how it is Pluto [Chorus: Future] How many stains you hit? Oh no, how many stains? Private plane, converted up with a private plane Cookin' it up with baking soda, how many chains? You ain't thinkin' how I'm thinkin', I'm goin' to the bank I come in a tank, I come with the drank I come with the drapes, I crush out the face Patek Phillipe, I'm too unique Gotta stop all the leaks, getting caught with the freaks [Verse 1: Future] I pour up codeine, I can't go to sleep Criminal mind, thanks to the gang, gang Louboutins, sittin' in a row Louis Vuitton's, mink on the flows My migo the coldest, he got me the frozest I ordered it loaded, soon as they touched down, I sold it (down, I sold it) The money is stacked up off the ground, you could never fold it (never fold it) I done got racked up, I done stacked up me a fortune Colossal, enormous, have you seen my performance You makin' it drizzle, I got thunder and stormin' Cash on deliver, hope you're not recording (Cash on deliver, hope you're not recording) [Chorus: Future] How many stains you hit? Oh no, how many stains? Private plane, converted up with a private plane Cookin' it up with baking soda, how many chains? You ain't thinkin' how I'm thinkin', I'm goin' to the bank I come in a tank, I come with the drank I come with the drapes, I crush out the face Patek Phillipe, I'm too unique Gotta stop all the leaks, gettin' caught with the freaks [Verse 2: Future] I got you comfortable, because she say she love me I got some commas, they can't be discussed I weigh a ton in these streets, ain't no discussion I started off with a couple watches, I got 'em busted I got a flooded Richard Mille, it ain't no cuffin' Screaming, blushing, she came from Russia Digital scale, my kind is rare I had to prevail, I made it through Hell See the wheel on the right, when you live overseas Think it came overnight, how I make it look easy Ain't a regular n***a, I accept that Got ahead of you n***as and I never took a step back [Chorus: Future] How many stains you hit? Oh no, how many stains? Private plane, converted up with a private plane Cookin' it up with baking soda, how many chains? You ain't thinkin' how I'm thinkin', I'm goin' to the bank I come in a tank, I come with the drank I come with the drapes, I crush out the face Patek Phillipe, I'm too unique Gotta stop all the leaks, gettin' caught with the freaks