Lyrics Iris Green (feat. Future) - Ghostluvme , Future

Yeah, super

I'm getting bands, yeah, just pressed from the bank
They lookin' clean
I don't take Visine, eyes are red and iris green
I'm in a Benz, yeah, street lights in my neck
It's lookin' clean
I don't take Visine, eyes are red and iris green
Word to my hands, I live my life so you don't fuck with me
Yeah, I can't stay clean, eyes are red and iris green
Bummy in my teens, now I get it like I'm Sheena
Little number
I might want her number

Out of the mud, I'm on mud
I turn mud into diamonds too
I got savages, got goons
Got demons with me still shootin'
Flooded baguettes, I'm richer than ice cream
Takin' this X and mix it with codeine
A baddie with potential, I'm dressin' it up, Chane'-ne'
Fuck her better than her exes like I hit it first, Ray J
I got a bad bitch eatin' pussy
She don't treat me like I'm average
I'm her king, she love me more than her real daddy
Bitch kiss my ring, one thing's for sure
She never go against my carats
My shorty know I got bitches
Do whatever to make me happy
I get in my feelings about it
Damn, I'm so possessive
I'm a boss, you don't cross
You get these racks forever

I'm getting bands, yeah, just pressed from the bank
They lookin' clean
I don't take Visine, eyes are red and iris green
I'm in a Benz, yeah, street lights in my neck
It's lookin' clean
I don't take Visine, eyes are red and iris green
Word to my hands, I live my life so you don't fuck with me
Yeah, I can't stay clean, eyes are red and iris green
Bummy in my teens, now I get it like I'm Sheena
Little number
I might want her number

I might want her number
Hit that pussy five times, put it in a slumber
Gettin' these bands while I'm off Percs
Up in her speakers like Knockerz
Off the ceiling, I'm off four
No, I can't change if I want more
No, I can't change if I want more
Up in her pussy, she on fours
Hop in my Benz, yeah, it's all whores
Hop in my Benz, yeah, it's all whores
Pushin' the pedal and therefore
It's pedal to metal, it's all torque

I just keep poppin', I want more
Popped a little prescript', then I popped four
I can't love a bitch, I'm better alone
I'm gettin' this money, can't pick up the phone
They love me too much 'cause the money all grown

I'm getting bands, yeah, just pressed from the bank
They lookin' clean
I don't take Visine, eyes are red and iris green
I'm in a Benz, yeah, street lights in my neck
It's lookin' clean
I don't take Visine, eyes are red and iris green
Word to my hands, I live my life so you don't fuck with me
Yeah, I can't stay clean, eyes are red and iris green
Bummy in my teens, now I get it like I'm Sheena
Little number
I might want her number

(A baddie with potential, I'm dressin' it up, Chane'-ne')
(Fuck her better than her exes like I hit it first, Ray J)