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Artiste : Future
Titre : Stick To The Models
Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Yeah, Pluto
Went through the clouds, ain´t I never, never comin´ down

Never comin´ down, oh
Yeah yeah, yeah

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
Fuckin´ my wrist up, fuckin´ a brick up, yeah, go´n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin´, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I´m not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
´Cause I´m in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin´ my goals, thankin´ my heavenly father
I´m on my grind, ain´t no slowin´ down, I done put up the bottle
I´m on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I´ma just stick to the models

I´ma just stick to the models and hit it
I´ma just stick to the guala and get it
I can´t come up short, I´m goin´ to get it
I can afford to keep all my bitches
I got her laid up, she bad and sadity
I got my weight up, I´m carryin´ my city
I got vicarious, my ears, they blurry
Put up, no worries, she know she insured
I keep it real, ain´t talkin´ absurd
I lost the feelin´ of drankin´ on syrup
Put up them M´s, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Tell you the truth, I come up from the dirt
She play with no panties, a lil´ bitty skirt
I hit it on Xanax and I made it squirt
A really rich nigga, and I´m goin´ berserk

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
Fuckin´ my wrist up, fuckin´ a brick up, yeah, go´n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin´, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I´m not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
´Cause I´m in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin´ my goals, thankin´ my heavenly father
I´m on my grind, ain´t no slowin´ down, I done put up the bottle
I´m on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I´ma just stick to the models

I got two blonde snow bunnies

Sendin´ me pics to the ´Gram
I got some bitches, they linin´ up
They wanna fuck me just ´cause who I am
I fucked them gold digging bitches
I never will love her or trust her, but pay her
Lookin´ out for her, but ain´t takin´ care of her
She know it ain´t no way in hell
I keep it real with you, keep it real with me
That´s all we can do
Know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
We call it fair game
When it come down to my bros and swappin´ the hoes
I send my main thang to get your main thang
We gon´ fuck that ho on the low

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
Fuckin´ my wrist up, fuckin´ a brick up, yeah, go´n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin´, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I´m not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
´Cause I´m in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin´ my goals, thankin´ my heavenly father
I´m on my grind, ain´t no slowin´ down, I done put up the bottle
I´m on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I´ma just stick to the models

I keep it real, ain´t talkin´ absurd

I lost the feelin´ of drankin´ on syrup
Put up them M´s, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Two blonde snow bunnies
Sendin´ me pics to the ´Gram
Deal with you
Who know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
Who know how to
Deal with you