Lyrics Usual - Future

Usual

My cup pink, my blunt stink
My bank roll it won’t fold
I’m out of here, in Pluto
Cup of Tuto and a four door
The same day got two bitches go both ways
Ain’t good like a Sunday
I’m a fly guy like a runaway
My … with a lil sway
I’m king baby, David Yurman
I’m a space cadet, ain’t even human
Adios, it’s six to six
I’m out of here, like George Jetson!
In the air with the Kush and plane
Take a pain killer, take away the pain!
Real street, nigga, take away the fame
I switch lane with your main dame
Rock Chuck Taylor with the spikes on em
My ear lobes got ice on em
My main thing with ice on em
With a big bag and some red bottoms
I spit fire, that real love
I’m a superstar, now I’m a real problem
I’m in the club, seen a hundred bottles
Seen a hundred bitches and they’re all models
Champagne, pour it like it’s water!
My chain swang it’s H2O
Them clear diamonds, they shine and glow
I’m making movies like HBO
I’m scrapped out with four-four
I’m from lil Mexico, I take you home!
I fuck with .like a…
I put VVSs in my ears and rings (and that’s usual!)
I buy Louis bags with bitches on my team (and that’s usual!)
I just bought a Coupe don’t come out 2013 (and that’s usual!)
I take mollies and I mix it with the lean (and that’s usual!)
Man, I turn up on these niggas every time (it's what I usually do!)
Got a million dollars worth of fucking dimes (it's what I usually do!)
Any time a nigga in the VIP (this what I usually do!)
Order hundred Rose bottles, all on me (and that’s usual!)
I know Miley Cyrus got more style than any stylist
See a pretty face with a bad body
She right beside me like a chain on!
My frames on, they’re Christian Dior
…to the floor
I hustle that ball like you’re shooting it on
I hustle that blow like you shooting it up
I’m throwing that money like shooting it up
I’m Rasta party
Jamaican tough
I’m back, why puff?
I’m big in these streets!
I’m so high right now I can’t feel my feet
I’m in., I’m in double G
That’s Gucci on Gucci, from head to my feet
I’m.
off the money like I snorted P
I turn up, I turn up, it’s no one can compete
I broke the knob off and they vanished, capisci?
I can’t see you, even though you see me
I’m back on my one-two, hooking up Peru
More money, more problems, what am I to do?
I’m inside the zoo, I’m gone on that screw
Guerrilla warfare, chopping it loose!
I hop in the Coupe, 200 on dash
My bitch very bad, my money come fast
The bottle’s on fire like the 4th of July
Designer my eyes, designer my hoes
Designer my clothes, we pouring up fours
My jewelry froze, make commas and Os
It’s all I know, me and Franks
Grants and Jacks, I’m playing with the sex
I take my bitch and let her play with em stacks
I’ll take me a blunt and stuff it til it’s fat
If it’s 1000, that’s real facts!
If it’s OG, that’s that loud pack!
I put VVSs in my ears and rings (and that’s usual!)
I buy Louis bags with bitches on my team (and that’s usual!)
I just bought a Coupe don’t come out 2013 (and that’s usual!)
I take mollies and I mix it with the lean (and that’s usual!)
Man, I turn up on these niggas every time (it's what I usually do!)
Got a million dollars worth of fucking dimes (it's what I usually do!)
Any time a nigga in the VIP (this what I usually do!)
Order hundred Rose bottles, all on me (and that’s usual!)