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DJ Esco

"We Made Our Own"

[Hook: Future]
Hey, we made our own money
We made our own money
We made our own money
We made our own money
f*ck these n*ggas they ain't ballin'
We made our own money
f*ck these b*tches they ain’t call
We made our own money
We made our own money
We made our own money

[Verse 1: Future]
I print my own money, I get so much I can't be touched
I take that loud pack and then I stuff it in the dutch
Guess I'm a hood rat, me and my n*ggas moving up
My fingertips green from all these racks I’m countin' up
I'm on that Charlie Sheen, I got to win, I got to win
I'm ballin' like Kareem, I'm livin' in this life of sin
I sip a bunch of lean, I love it like it's juice and gin
Man f*ck yo attitude, you 'bout to make me f*ck your friend
I should've been ashamed, b*tches f*cking b*tches too
I'm on a money train, I can't slow down, I just regroup
I had to make a change, it’s f*ck Obama I'm the truth
Consider me a lion and they done let me out the zoo - whoo!

[Hook: Future]
Hey, we made our own money
We made our own money
We made our own money
We made our own money
f*ck these n*ggas they ain't ballin'
We made our own money
f*ck these b*tches they ain’t call
We made our own money
We made our own money
We made our own money

[Verse 2: Future]
I push one button, the roof gon' go into the trunk
I'm John Gotti paid, now I'm going Donald Trump
I'm on a rampage, I had to climb up out a slump
I'm on like 5 geeks, and I'm talking to my 'migo
I told 'em I retired, I wanna thank them for the kilos
I can't never forget, what I went through for me to be here
On my metro, I was working, I was serving
I go cutthroat, when I'm down and I'm hurting
This a special moment, and we taking full advantage
100 dollar Future, I'll pass them out to all my family
I got this one b*tch, I'll put her in the red bottoms
When you dumb rich, and you came from the bottom

[Hook: Future]
Hey, we made our own money
We made our own money
We made our own money
We made our own money
f*ck these n*ggas they ain't ballin'
We made our own money
f*ck these b*tches they ain’t call
We made our own money
We made our own money
We made our own money

[Verse 3: Future]
Tell me the combination, I'm 'bout to fill it up with racks
I don’t take no vacations, I ain't got no time to relax
I'm flying up the Doja, 9-1-1, them the horses is inside the motor
When the money come, hater come and you keep some soldiers
They gonna knock a n*gga off for you
Just to say they told you
I'mma get the office in the building to make my quota
I can't never have no feelings for b*tches, they so rogue-ish
Trying to come to the club with a n*gga to get exposure
I'mma buy shawty a bag, I feel sad for her
She can't come around a rich n*gga rocking a Coach
I done beat a couple cases and did'n show up at court
Everything Versace, Medusa including my locs

(Outro)
Chiefin' on some good herb
Let’s go and fire up
Black Woodstock!

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