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'We Made Our Own' Lyrics - Future & FreeBand Gang
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(Hook)
Hey, we made our own money,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money
Fuck these niggas they ain't ballin',
We made our own money
Fuck these bitches they ain’t call,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money.

(Verse)
I bring 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 niggas 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 a ring, I'm livin' in this life of sin
I sip a bunch of lean, I love this life as Juicy gin
Man fuck yo attitude, you bout to make me fuck your friend
I should've been ashamed, bitches fucking, bitches too
I'm on the money train, I can't slow down, I just regroup,
I had to make a change, it’s fuck Obama I'm the truth
Consider me a lion and they done let me out the zoo

(Hook)
Hey, we made our own money,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money
Fuck these niggas they ain't ballin',
We made our own money
Fuck these bitches they ain’t call,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money.

(Verse)
I push one button, the roof gon go into the truck
I'm John Gotti paid, man I'm going down the trunk
I'm on a rampage, I had to climb up out a slut
I'm on my five deep, and I'm talking to my nigga
I told em I retired, I wanna thank about them kilos
I can't never forget, what yall went through for me to be here
On my metro, I was working, I was serving
I go cutthroat, put no down and no hurting
This a special moment, and we're taking full advantage
100 dollar Future, I'll pass the match at all my family
I got this white bitch, I'll put her in the red bottle
Well you dumb rich, and you came from the bottom.

(Hook)
Hey, we made our own money,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money
Fuck these niggas they ain't ballin',
We made our own money
Fuck these bitches they ain’t call,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money.

(Verse)
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 relate
I'm flying up to Doja, 911, damn the horse is inside the motor
When the money call, hater call and keep some soldiers
They gonna knock a nigga off for you
Just to say they told you,
I'ma get the office in the building to make my quota,
I can't never have no feelings for bitches, they so rogueish
Trying to come to the club with a nigga to get exposure,
I'm a boss, shawty you're bad, I feel sad for her
She can't come around a rich nigga rocking a couch
I done get a couple cases in this show up at Cope
Everything Versace, Medusa including my lopes

(Hook)
Hey, we made our own money,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money
Fuck these niggas they ain't ballin',
We made our own money
Fuck these bitches they ain’t call,
We made our own money
We made our own money,
We made our own money.

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

Man, wussup boy?
Goddamn Phelps forgot this shit, on Glock boy. You feel me?
Man wut you got?
By the hold on that work
I got spo, I just got this shit, hold on
It has some new shit to it
It just came out and triple wrap this
Smell that
Boy, what that is?
Rub that shit on yo arm, put some plastic wrap around yo arm
Leave it for bout a hour
Fo real?
That ain’t even it dawg
I’m not sayin this shit here
This shit new, this shit just came in
This shit came in from Bolivia
Did that no blink, good shit got a nigga breaking old molly
No blink?
Eye wide open, no blink
Oh I got to try that
What the fuck is this?
No, get another wrap
Check this out
I know you used it on that loud
But I got some shit that’s outta sight
Check this out right, you see?
Oh yea, that’s that new shit
Boy, fully roll it, wrap it round
But you give me all of this shit, got it dawg
Yea, here you go
I gotta get to play at Woodstock
Wutchu say this call?
Did that no blink
That we call

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