Текст песни Futuristic Girlfriend - Paul Supreme feat. crewZ & Cris Law

Calvin Klein fit futuristic fly shit
True Religion jeans and some Marty McFly kicks
Check the almanac my team winnin'
Hit the futuristic mall and show you how to spend it
You my girlfriend my futuristic girlfriend
Forget them past girls hop in my DeLorean
You my futuristic futuristic girlfriend
You my futuristic girlfriend

You my girlfriend my futuristic bad bitch
Bank account lady I got interest in your assets
You savage woah
Woah woah woah I gotta have it
Pockets full of veggies I be gettin' to the cabbage
Ain't no joke ain't no lie
Delorean oh yeah that shit fly
Eighty eight mph quarter blunt got us high
Head in the sky
Take you back to your past act an ass
And throw some cash
On your lame ass ex guy
Then say bye bye
Cuz we off to my crib stayin' up all night girl
Up all night girl
Up all night
Slap slap slap slap bow bow bow
Comic book sounds when I get you on the ground
I know you super down just like Jay Sean
So like Joc said you know it's goin' down
Let me get you out of here out of this town
Out of this year and out of that gown girl

Calvin Klein fit futuristic fly shit
True Religion jeans and some Marty McFly kicks
Check the almanac my team winnin'
Hit the futuristic mall and show you how to spend it
You my girlfriend my futuristic girlfriend
Forget them past girls hop in my DeLorean
You my futuristic futuristic girlfriend
You my futuristic girlfriend

She said call me baby I said girl I'll call you maybe
If you ain't futuristic you cannot be my lady
Believe me I'm sorry I got a little shorty
She back in the hotel and she wanna put it on me
Contagious outrageous
This sex is so amazin'
The way she spice it up
Yeah she my miss cajun
Hold your breath come on
Don't make a sound now
All aboard the bang train
Take your ass to pound town
Fly you across the continent
Give you all my compliments
Futuristic fly shit yeah we rockin' it
This is my life and this is how I live it
A one everyday bitch I'm futuristic

Calvin Klein fit futuristic fly shit
True Religion jeans and some Marty McFly kicks
Check the almanac my team winnin'
Hit the futuristic mall and show you how to spend it
You my girlfriend my futuristic girlfriend
Forget them past girls hop in my DeLorean
You my futuristic futuristic girlfriend
You my futuristic girlfriend

Now they wanna hate on me
Cuz my girlfriend so futuristic
All the hos gettin' mad
Guys jealous cuz they can't get it
Why you mad why you hatin'
Cuz my girl got them big faces
I'm talkin' 'bout them dead presidents wit them green faces
Oh you mad now
Cuz I got a sack now
My girlfriend bought me True Religions
So I'm feelin blessed now
And if we got a problem
We can handle it now
I ain't worrying 'bout your ex man he ain't wit you now
O my bad didn't mean to get you so sad
But I'm feelin' myself right now
I'm too turned up with all this swag
O my bad didn't mean to get you so sad
But I'm feelin' myself right now
I'm too turned up with all this swag
Yeah yeah we hit the Linux
Then we crash it out
Fifty bands up in my pocket so you know we cashin' out
Yeah we cashin' out
Yeah we cashin' out
Ain't no budget ain't no limit so fuck it we ballin' out
I'm futuristic I'm so futuristic
She futuristic my girl so futuristic
Calvin Klein fit futuristic fly shit
True Religion jeans and you know I got it