Artist: P. Reign f/ French Montana Album: Dear America (Mixtape) Song: Welcome to the Future Typed by: AZ Lyrics 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 [French Montana] You a dead nigga Montana, P. Reign, Drizzy, wassup, nigga? Chug, Auti, OVO, nigga, coke boy, haaaa, aye aye aye aye [P. Reign] Put the money ova bitches, ho 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 (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) [French Montana] Montana! Coke boys ova y'all, on the same sum Gettin' head in the range, shawty brainstarter I was the last on the corner, like 8-ball Bumpin' 3-6, MJG 8 ball Then paid my dues I be strapped down, I move Niggas fight, man, I shoot Hunid fifty grand that coupe I got hunid grands in hunids I got fifty grand in twenties Hit that stripclub we stuntin' Then we fuck any bitch we wanted Bought a dub line this week Made five hunid lines this week If that money talk ho Then watch my speakers blow Me and Drizzy talk hoes, I let them killas go No love on thugs, see ya at the crossroads 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) [x2]