Sh*t Megamix-Mike Will Made-It/Future

Sh*t Megamix (feat. Future) - Mike Will Made It [with Future] [Hook: Future] Talking 'bout you popping tags, ni**a you ain't bought sh*t Talking bout a hunned bottles, ni**a you ain't popped sh*t All you talk nana clips, ni**a you ain't shot sh*t Spending money on these hoes, ni**a you ain't f**k sh*t [Verse 1: Drake] Took *s out the hood like I'm from there So you know it's all good when I come there I hear you talk about your city like you run that And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there ni**a But I had to come through for the remix On my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks sh*t And if a ni**a say my name, he the hot sh*t But if I say the ni**a name, he still the hot sh*t F**ked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip *s act like they don't know, but they should know Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait But I'm the one that's killing *s on the hooks though And *s ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It Just looking at the numbers, ni**a, I feel amazing I call Michael Jordan up and mike will make it I'm the young rap ni**a with the 'Melo deal You need to come to OVO for a better deal Just know a million ain't sh*t once you get a mill And *s say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel Ni**a nah, f**k that, this year I'm talking big stuff Rolling through the city like a young ni**a bricked up F**k *s gon' be f**k *s That's why we never give a f**k when a f**k ni**a switched up [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] If money talk then your pockets ain't saying sh*t I'm in the bathroom getting head from your b**ch And I ain't paying her sh*t You want beef? You don't know who you playing with I tell my pilot to land the jet I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off Give a click and you *s dead where you standing at I'm just a trippy ni**a smoking on cabbage Your money funny like Jim Carrey I got b**ches that's super bad like Halle And we still keeping that white like Barry I'm a rich ni**a, still keep a pistol with me Ni**a you ain't f**kin' with a picture of me I got all this cake and shooters with me Just in case you p**sy *s try to get you a piece What it is, my ni**a? What it's hittin' for? Where the car you were whippin' in the video? Where is the ice at? Where is them pretty hoes? You a fraud, real *s already know Broke a** *s I can't stand them I hit 'em with the cannon I buying out the mall at random Juicy J that ni**a is fresh to death Smoke till there is nothing left Bail off and then I'm ghost in my Phantom [Hook] [Verse 3] Ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that (sh*t) about how many bottles you ? My *s is real thug *s, them real *s don't talk Worldstar *s get caught, waving all them guns at the cameras ? a** ni**a, you ain't 'bout this true sh*t, you don't do sh*t, you just think it's cool sh*t to move bricks Real *s do it cause they got to, I know them real *s and it's not you And if they see your a** 'round here fronting, real shooter be ? and shot you Man get the f**k out ?, corny a** ni**a just talking Heard about it, read about it, never been around it, but you think you're so ? Why you moving 'round with your ho, you ain't even sticking to the code You don't even represent the life right, p**sy ni**a sleeping with a night light Coming for your head life fight night, I can get anything done for the right price, boy [Hook]