Mr. P – For My Head Lyrics

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[Intro – Young Thug] Everything right Everything right Everything right Everything right All these n----s Everything right, you back in Givenchy I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet I’ma chase it like Hussain All this money bring a n---a new pain (woah, woah, woah) Yeah, yeah

[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug] I got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze Up and down you ain’t receive nothing ’bout this dough And these hundreds ain’t going nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1 – Young Thug] I bought my moms a car, it felt amazing My n----s banging burgundy like the Redskins I got all type of tattoos on my f-----g shin I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly I’m riding with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10 Diamonds on me talking, they harassing No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in Came a long way from a Chevy Now we spend millions on cribs You get something too, don’t trip My eyes ’bout low as a brim I smoke the tree limb, tree limb No gang, big deal

[Verse 2 – Future] I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standing on two wheels I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home Money long, long, long, long All way up to Mercury Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples And can’t nothing come between n----s like us

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[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug] I got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze Up and down you ain’t receive nothing ’bout this dough And these hundreds ain’t going nowhere like a moat

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200 Lyrics by Future & Young ThugEverything right Everything right Everything right Everything right All these n----s Everything right, you back in Givenchy I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet I’ma chase it like Hussain All this money bring a n---a new pain (woah, woah, woah) Yeah, yeahI got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my current...