20 of the Best Lyrics From Future’s ‘Beast Mode 2′ Mixtape

"I'm in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can't find it/I got stacks on me and they won't fit no wallet/I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket/I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki/I'm on another wave, cut the head off the Porsche/Running with a pack of wolves, ain't no extorting" —Future

"You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh/You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can/You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands/I'm bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan/I know the opps they thinking foul, we 'bout to take out they mans/We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain't playing/You gon' smell this gun powder, it's gone make you dance/I've been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands" —Future

"Gone in the sky, over 20,000/I keep my wifi lit/I spend over 5,000, that's just on one fit/I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit/Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick" —Future

"Goyard as soon as the bag got packed/Zone 6, sure, I ain't showing no slack/Never been a quitter, I'ma turn it to the max/Lean in my liver, I've been taking good batch/Real dope dudes don't hang around rats/Four by four, sitting taller than a 'Lac/Margiela on my toes, sittin' way in the back/Canary yellow gold, Rollie and a Mac" —Future

"55 mil' on my carats, I never had to go in the vault/Fishscale when you speak my status, Future already done picked up the phone/We on a regular line, nigga, I can't talk to you nothin' 'bout the raw/I heard you seen a nigga get flatline, you better not tell them none what you saw" —Future

"Call Berettas, no vendetta/I know my heart belongs to the ghetto/Responsibilities without humility/Longevity, car from Italy/Fuck my enemies, get my salary/Fuck envy, end in tragedy/I'm your majesty, that's how I gotta be/Get more liberty, should be proud of me" —Future

"Comin' from poverty/Hittin' the lottery/Hottest commodity/The way that it had to be/Ain't no comparin' me,/You thinkin' charity/I'm thinkin' integrity/And worryin' 'bout the legacy/That I went through, thinkin' vicariously/I'm in this Wraith coupe, that's momentarily" —Future

"I had it falling right out of my pocket when I was just smashing her, she seen the bands/Her body Coca-Cola and she seen a can/The Glock was still on me while we was romancin'/Think I fell in love with this girl, came from France/She caramel, what'd I get a tan/I need to pay her when I get the chance/Gave her some drip, gave her a whole lot of splash" —Future

"Money get made/Bitches don't ever get saved/Saint Laurent shades/Cookin' up dope, gettin' paid/Trying to get laid/She been with me 31 days/She like bitches anyways/So we been on the same damn page" —Future

"Sleepin' on the floor had made my heart colder/They try to make it hard for me, I never falter/Gotta say I'm good, I'm on the ESPYs/I made millions by the day, check my chest piece/Try to take care of my family the best I know how/Bought myself a mansion, now I gotta buy everybody a house/Takin' care of my bitches like the mother of my child/God know all my brothers sin, I gotta blow this trial" —Future

"You don't get no guidance out the trenches to make it out/God knows I'll never give up on you, never will/Shit gettin' hectic with the niggas that ya kill for/Money got me hesitant, what I got to live for?/All this fame gettin' terrible/All these rings and Berettas/Flawless victory, change the weather/Hurricane, natural disaster" —Future

"Now anywhere around the globe, you rep the gang and you got rank, yeah/Gotta converse with the manager when I walk inside the bank, yeah/Who would ever think they was sleepin' on me/Goyard with a half a million on me/R&D's, it's like I'm possessed/All these diamonds on my chest" —Future

"Real talk nigga, I've been street before Bankroll/I can still touch a mill' cash when the bank close/Quarter mill' every month, that's just for my payroll/Lost a hundred racks a day ago, got it back today though/No days off, we be chasing them M's/Young Scooter got them trees, I ain't talking 'bout Timbs/I got bullshit work but still I jump out the gym/Treat the trap like Nipsey Hussle, you know our money in" —Young Scooter

"Treat me like Bin Laden/Pulled up and I'm going to Saturn/I made her fuck my Patek/I turned her into a baddy/Put eight new whips in traffic/My watch come out the casket/Our love is everlasting/Money wrapped up in plastic/365 ducking po-po-pos/Truck loads coming to your door, door, door/24 hours like a store, store, store/Money bring power, ask your hoe, hoe, hoe" —Future

"Wetter than a pussy, got your nose runnin'/Kamikaze comin' out on all or nothing/We just gettin' the money, fuck the whole public/You can get the whole clip if you tryna touch me" —Future

"Popcorn, movie, nigga snap a pic/You can see the Rollie shining on her, bitch/Full blown Burberry and she vegetarian/Caught her in Bahamas and she got interrogated/Chanel or Valentino, tell me what's your very favorite/I askin' a Latina, 'cause I'm in the very latest/They tryna keep up with me, that's just like investigation/They do their check up on me, thought I was in a Mercedes" —Future

"My Cinderella, I'm keeping' her spoiled/Danced with the Devil so hard to avoid/Hand on the chrome, don't you never ignore it/I left some behind, they didn't leave me no choice/Peoples get slippy, can't tell I don't show it/Shit gettin' brutal, gon' handle it with force/Yellow Presi and it wasn't off-shore/Enough water on me it can fill up the tub/Platinum your ice if you know where to store it/I smell the blood, I'ma eat you like sharks" —Future

"I made me a boss, I'm tellin' ya I feel very impeccable/A neck fulla beads, I'm tellin' ya this shit gettin' spiritual/Get down and plead, baby, and beg for forgiveness/I came with some lean, baby, and a whole lotta benefits/Codeine, it sit on my kidney and dissolve/Hit a few licks with my dawgs, we mobbin'/Called a few chicks on my line, they slobbin/Girl on a girl, if they eat that's a topping" —Future

"Lucky as a blessing and there wasn't a loss/Wrapping a bale feel like my hand was forced/Put one of the girls in an executive Porsche/Crib with a maid, and it came with a horse/Cover the green like a golfer on course/Purchase that lean with no problems, of course/Brought the machine with the money ain't short/Where I come from, you know trappin' is sport" —Future

"Open up a seal, don't feel me/Showing out in public show the real me/Pouring up in public, damn, I hate the real me/My mama stressing out, she say these drugs got me/And I ain't been the same since that nigga shot me/Holding on that K, I hope you feel me/Loading up the cartridge right now, I hate the real me/Voices in my head, 'you the enemy'" —Future