[Intro: Future]
Promethazine drinking ass nigga
I'd probably feel like a sucka if I didn't give my niggas the game
I guess Iâll never know that feeling
[Hook: Future]
How many people care? How many? How many? How many?
Burning this moolah, burning this moolah, burninâ it
Let the benjamins burn, let the benjamins, let the benjamins
[Verse 1: Future]
Your attitude displaying jealousy, my doggy
Iâm from the lower income, now Iâm balling
Tryna make ten songs a day before Iâm drowsy
Donât want to get in no slump and get lousy
I tried to hire a stylist, they couldnât style me
You canât keep me under control, Iâm rowdy
I went bonkers in Dior
Bought the Bentley truck, I used to ride in the Explorer
[Hook: Future]
How many, how many, how many
How many, how many people that gonâ be there
Iâll keep it real with you
[Verse 2: Future]
Iâm in the matrix every day, Iâm paying close attention
My situation every day, Iâm pushing to the limits
You flipping that raw, you catching a body
You straight out the north, my nigga
Donât let âem build a case against us, tryna cross us nigga
We put in vibes the most, we goinâ coast to coast
They ainât get respected like us
Fuck all that child support
I whip in a Maybach nigga, itâs long as a bus
Too many weak niggas get in my business
Like nah, I donât make bond for that
Iâm not the type that be falling for none of them lies
I donât make fun for that
Shaking the envy off, I stay new millenia
Promethazine drinking ass nigga
Fuck you pussies, make the homicide triple
Every time she come through I bust it on her nipples
I get to the source, keep it out the middle
Whip a Rolls Royce, keep some codeine in my system
Nigga I ainât boasting Iâm just telling you my story
[Hook: Future]
How many, how many
How many people gonâ be there?
At the end of every day
How many, how many, how many, how many
How many, how many people that really gonâ be there
[Outro]
Future
Fire marshal, astronaut
Kid, Kid