Ice Attack - Future & Metro Boomin

[Part I]

[Verse]
Can't put too much on, might catch a ice attack
Fortieth anniversary, flooded VVS
Trappin' it out the foreign, I might crash and wreck
I'm buyin' out the department, goin' to galaxy
I'm prayin' to find a plug to bring me Actavis
Bought a crib in every city, I forget my address
I been hustlin' since a kid, I was just a adolescent
I done ran up a Richard Millie, I can't stop finessin'
Got to practice what I preach, I'm buyin' my bitch baguettes
I got money, but ain't got time, these hoes gettin' too obsessed
Went shoppin' out in Europe, shut down Javier
Laced in Balenci' and got Marni on my body gear
Look on Google, I been gettin' way richer еvery year
Play with Scooter and I'ma sеnd a nigga outta here

[Segue]
You mean, you don't trust the police?
In my business, you don't trust anybody

[Part II]

[Chorus]
Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, fuck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats
I been drankin' codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset
I can't worry about the flawed shit, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on the dog ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh

[Verse 1]
Bitch was so damn excited, she just lost count, uh
I got checks like Nike, get nigga checked out, uh
Gotta make 'em pay for every year, they never paid up
Gucci'd down in the trap with the K up, uh
She was drippin', I went bare, I hit it geeked up
Turtle neck on my neck, a lot of Cubans on

[Chorus]
Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, fuck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats
I been drankin' codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset
I can't worry about the flawed shit, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on the dog ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh

[Verse 2]
Money, murder, money, sex, that's a murder zone
Young nigga, goin' crazy, gettin' they murder on
Bitch gon' fuck me in the trap, that's the type of bitch I like
If you fuck me at the spot, then you know you fucked a crook
I'm a rich nigga, dog, all iced out
You can see the stones lit up when the lights out
I didn't want her, I just wanna know what the hype 'bout
I be turnin' up, these bitches gettin' piped down