Future – Walk On Minks Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
I ain’t gonna kick it, all game to you
I’m talkin’ minks now
I’ma be honest before honest
I’ma keep it one thou’
Listen

[Chorus]
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
We can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks

[Verse 1]
You think I’m not grantin’ wishes
You think I’m not hungry and ambitious
You think them [?] did it
You think them [?] did it
Don’t you be mad silly?
Don’t you be one of the ones that would laugh at me?
I’ll load it up on [?] fire like a gun
I’ll spit the brrrr cash at you
You think you ridin’ in foreigns right now
I’ma throw the whole dash at you
Mink coats, we can walk on ’em like red carpets
Walk on ’em if you choose to
You can walk on it like Jimmy Choo’s
You can walk on it
I put a mink coat over you, under you
Gon’ head, girl, walk on it
This for the ones tried to step on the name
Like you was a valedictorian
Like you wasn’t gon’ be [?]
Like you wasn’t gon’ be bling-blingin’
Don’t get caught up in your ring finger
We gon’ spend this shit until your fingers wrinkled
I ordered diamonds up without blinkin’
Without thinkin’

[Chorus]
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
We can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks

[Verse 2]
Such a ballerific hot topic
Manolo [?] packed inside the closet
Get the llama, put it in the blender
This is for the winners, this is for the sinners
This is for the Dolce, this is for the Gucci
This is for the Rollie, this is for the Prada
This is for the dollars, this is for the guala
This is for the bad [?], gotta holla
Step inside it if it’s mink inside it
If it’s fur inside it, you can really buy it
You killin’ [?] in them Christian Loubs
Every time you step out, there’s a homicide
Winin’, dinin’ in the finest fabrics
Your ears and neck and wrist, a bunch of karats
No comparison, it’s no comparin’
You dryin’ off in a mink towel
Wash it down, baby, wipe it down
This money got your quieter than a mouse
Boss bitch when they see you out
You’re a boss bitch when they see you out
You trip and fall, you gon’ fall on a mink
$20,000 cash, under your feet
You can’t be mistreated, you gotta be greedy
With superstar treatment

[Chorus]
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, you can walk on minks
You can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
We can walk on minks, baby, you can walk on minks now
You can walk on minks

DreamDoll – Everything Nice

[Hook]
(If you’re a) bum ass bitch
Then fuck your life
Everything nice
Talk to me nice

[Intro]
Ha-ha-ha!
It’s Dream Doll, baby!
Talk nice!

[Pre-Hook]
I’m a dog, I’m a freak
Ask your nigga about me
Catching rep in these streets
Screaming mother fuck the fee
What’s my tab? Fuck that tab!
I’ma make that shit right back
Fix ya face li’l thot
Why you mad? Why you mad?

[Hook]
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
If you’re a bum ass bitch
Then fuck your life (fuck your life)
Everything nice (everything nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)

[Verse 1]
I rock Christian Loubs, two bands on my shoes
I will fuck your nigga and might give him back to you
Everything nice, pull up foreigns, cocaine white (skurt!)
Talk to me nice, no he didn’t fuck, but he tryna wife
What type is you on? I get to that bag cuz’ that’s all I know
Only rock with baddies that get money lil hoe
I need 30 bands just to pull up for the walk through
You a broke bitch, kill ya self, let it haunt you
He talking like he gon’ smash or somethin’
I fill him up with the gas I’m pumping
Run through a check, get it back, its nothing(That’s some boss shit)
I run it up in fendi, bitch do not offend me
You’re broke, your pockets empty, can’t even afford that henny

[Pre-Hook]
I’m a dog, I’m a freak
Ask your nigga about me
Catching rep in these streets
Screaming mother fuck the fee
What’s my tab? Fuck that tab!
I’ma make that shit right back
Fix ya face li’l thot
Why you mad? Why you mad?

[Hook]
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
If you’re a bum ass bitch
Then fuck your life (fuck your life)
Everything nice (everything nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)

[Bridge]
I mean I gotta check for telling y’all bitches
"Talk to me nice or don’t talk to me twice"
Now, maybe y’all listen
Because when I say "Talk nice"
I mean show me to the bag
Lead me to the points, not ‘tween
What’s in that bag, like ah?

[Pre-Hook]
I’m a dog, I’m a freak
Ask your nigga about me
Catching rep in these streets
Screaming mother fuck the fee
What’s my tab? Fuck that tab!
I’ma make that shit right back
Fix ya face li’l thot
Why you mad? Why you mad?

[Hook]
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
If you’re a bum ass bitch
Then fuck your life (fuck your life)
Everything nice (everything nice)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)

Young Thug – Don’t Make You Real Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye, ah, yeah
She like to fuck, we [?]
Diamonds on me bling
Yeah, yeah, you know they

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Parked the [?] right into the Rolls
All these diamonds wet like Cancún
‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
100 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon
Ain’t no need for you
Never gon one night you
I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few
Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs
Stacking tall like [?]
Everyday young nigga dreaming
Real boss without the [?]
Red cross [?]
Bout to swish this shit up like I’m Mase
I beat this case but I don’t drink but I bought a case
My diamonds [?] call me [?]
I’m out in the streets bout to motherfuckin’ race

[Hook: Duggie]
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
It’s a lotta fuck niggas with money to be honest

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah)
My diamonds hit from the floor
I ain’t talkin’ STD, but I’m bout to takin’ the wall (takin’ the wall)
I drink Act’ like I’m bored, I drink it everyday it’s a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps
[?] I’m fresher than a [?]
Cops get off me
I called it y’all, I’m handcuffed
You can see the difference in my mug shot
I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up

Don’t Make You Real

Lyrics to ‘Don’t Make You Real’ by Young Thug:

–Intro: Young Thug–
Diamonds on me bling
Yeah, yeah, you know they

–Verse 1: Young Thug–
Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Parked the [?] right into the Rolls
All these diamonds wet like Cancoon
‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
40 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon
Never gon one night you
I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few
Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs

–Hook: Duggie–
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lotta fuck niggas with money to be honest

–Verse 2: Young Thug–
My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah)
My diamonds hit from the floor
I ain’t talkin’ STD, but I’m bout to takin’ the wall (takin’ the wall)
I drink Act’ like I’m bored, I drink it everyday it’s a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps
Cops get off me
You can see the difference in my mug shot
I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up