Future and Young Scooter - Oooooh

(Zaytoven)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Uh, I told that nigga, I get that pop star
If she's fine I'm fine
Ooh, there are spinning on a cop car
(Atlanta mo'fucker, Atlanta, nigga)
Uh (yeah)

Doin' donuts at 200, ooh
I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa
Flying through hood, like ho whoah
Hangin' out the window, sprayin' oh
I do the dash on these niggas, oh
I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa
I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh
I break the bank, I blow the bank, whoa

I crop them taggy, poppin' tags
He swaggy and I'm flashy
I drive the Rover like Denali, no exaggeration
Diamonds dancin' on my faces, on my preservation
Presidential status
I just whipped the coupe, the Bentley like I'm on a banshee
Doin' a donut out of Magic, 360 man
I'm poppin' tags, I drop a lil' cash, tote 'fetti, mane
Freebandz nigga, known to fuckin' get it, mane
That's on my city, mane

Sippin' and, sippin' this Laura
Whippin' the hood like a wide body
Hangin' out the window like why why
Lettin' in off from the other side
I whip the whip from the other side
I hit the scene like a homicide
Splash, splash, I told the jeweler, "Bring everything"
My feet to the floor, I'm on everything

Doin' donuts at 200, ooh
I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa
Flying through the hood, like ho ooh
Hangin' out the window, spraying oh
I do the dash on these niggas, ooh
I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa
I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh
I break the bank, I blow the bank, what (Young Scooter)

Maserati smashin', now (smash)
Future ride a Bentley Coupe
Young Scooter ride a Bentley coupe (Bentley)
We do the shit that bosses do (boss)
Real street shit no rap, I'm worth a mil or two (yeah)
Scooter always flexin'
I pull up and embarrass you (Scooter flexin')
Hit up Ele'ante
Yeah, that's a ice check (real diamonds)
We don't rock fake gold
Real diamonds 'round my neck (yeah)
Came up in the dope hole
Remix out my dope bowl (dope boy)
150 in the fast lane
I'm smashing on you broke hoes (smash)
Black Amigo gang, we love to count up (yeah)
BM, FBG, we blood brothers (BMG)
500 in my blunt, that's how I roll up (yeah)
Blowin' fifty in the club when we turn up (count up)

Doin' donuts at 200, ooh
I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa
Flying through the hood, like ho ooh
Hangin' out the window, spraying oh
I do the dash on these niggas, oh
I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa
I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh
I break the bank, I blow the bank, what

Written by:
Nayvadius Wilburn, Kenneth Edward Bailey, Xavier Dotson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group

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