Future & Young Thug – Mink Flow

Never, nah
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Looks can be deceiving
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
When it come to closing deals, I finger fuck currency

I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
TSA ain’t ready for me
I was slime way before the name
And that’s all I gotta say
We going through like speeding
Nigga getting left afloat
Stealin’ bombs
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
Ain’t leading you wrong
And I want the smoke, for real
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving

Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
You can make love in the morning
I ain’t even know you was in it
[Chorus: Young Thug]
The pent got a pole in it
Runnin’ the cars
I was rich way before the gang
I fucked this bad European (foreign)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
Four levels in it
I was slime way before the name
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
I’ma let the Maybach go
I was rich way before the gang
Steven Spielberg shit with the currency
Nigga get turned upside down
[Verse 2: Future]
Hope you blow up
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
These 40’s gone choke, for real
Nigga get turned upside down
Got millions, just stay calm
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
Ain’t leading you wrong
Got millions, just stay calm
[Intro: Future & Young Thug]

These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
One penthouse, two Benz
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Kill shit like today
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
The marvelous Raf Simmons
And that’s all I gotta say
Looks can deceiving
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Diddy (P. Diddy) Rock them dog collar chains, P.
.45, no colt
She took the phone, I think she scheming

Kill shit like today
You can make love in the morning
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me