P Reign Ft. French Montana - Welcome To The Future Lyrics

Welcome To The Future Lyrics by P Reign

(feat. French Montana)



[Intro: Bob Marley interview taken by BBC]

You never saw the gunmen?

At that time, no

But you know who did it?

Yes

Where they caught?

Well, but I don't call the police. It's just one of them things



[Intro: French Montana]

You a dead nigga, Montana, P. Reign, Drizzy, wassup, nigga?

Chug, Auti, OVO, nigga, coke boy, haaaa, aye aye aye aye



[Verse: P Reign]

Put the money ova bitches, hoe

Think I'm playn, I'mma let em know

We treat yo chicks like fish, nigga

Catch em and then we let em go

Get em beep and naked hit

I'mma murder shit, piss the flow

Told the Remi King don't kiss the ring

They be lick the throne

Yeah, now momma, show me how you kiss it

I'm in love with the pussy

But I'll murder that kitten

If ya still wipe the hose

I won't be caught there kissin'

She gon' swallow every bit

Got her mouth babysittin'

And my young'n same chair

Just let me worry bout em

Left em niggas talkin' beef

Homie, don't make a burger out em

This the south side, nigga

I'm a south side nigga

Turn yo fuckin' insides to your outsides, nigga

Suck my jewels, go ahead, my dudes all bad

But your goons won't bust

Y'all the blue balls gang

I chase money, not pride

But dare a nigga run up on me

And that will be his very last day job



[Hook:]

(You a dead nigga) If you threaten me

Fuck a gun charge, we take the felony

And welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)

Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)

I be whippin' up, I got that recipe

You smell like money, baby, is cuz she's huggin' me

Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)

Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)



[Verse 2: Montana]

Montana! Coke boys ova y'all, on the same sum

Gettin' head in the rae, shawty brainstarter

I was the last on the corner, like 8-ball

Bumpin' 3-6, MJG 8 bar

AK my dudes, I be strapped down and I move

Niggas fight, man, that's you

Hunid fifty grand that coupe

I got hunid grands in hunids

I got fifty grand in twenties

Hit that stripclub we startin'

Then we fuck any bitch we wanted

Put a dub line this week

Need five hunid lines this week

And that money talk hoe

And whpe my speakers blow

Me and Drizzy talk hoes, I let them killas go

No love on thugs, see ya at the crossroads



[Hook: x2]

You a dead nigga If you threaten me

Fuck a gun charge, we take the felony

And welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)

Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)

I be whippin' up, I got that recipe

You smell like money, baby, is cuz she's huggin' me

Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)

Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)