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von B.o.B feat. Future

Apply major pressure
You heard me?

Money on my mind, plane taking off that –
Nigga got five different iPhone′s only picking up for that grip
Anytime they come around here – we ain't gonna let up on you – s
We just get ready (we just get ready)
We just get ready (we just get ready)
Any time they come around here – we ain′t gonna let up on you – s
We just get ready

It's Ray Bands and Freebandz, we getting money
While you hating, we're somewhere in Abu Dhabi
With Arabians G5′in, and with my posse
It′s outrageous, on that good Jamaican
That's right I′m too faded, you're two shaded
I′m too greedy, with two ladies
Excellence I'm exuberating, I′m finna smash like two potatoes


I don't give a –, not even two maybes
I turn up on –s like rutabagas
I do it daily, I do it daily; that's my swag, you should pay me
Ain′t that the truth? This is my whip, ain′t that the coupe?
Hustle Gang, ain't that the squad, –, act like you′ve got a clue
While they out here catching feelings, I'ma catch a flight or two
I just give her major pressure while she gave me major (hey!)

Money on my mind, can′t take it off that – (off that –)
They got five different iPhones, I only pick it up for that grip (up for that grip)
Any time they come around here, –, we ain't gonna let up on you – s
We just get ready (we just get ready)
We just get ready (we just get ready)
Any time they come around here, –, we ain′t gonna let up on you – s
We just get ready (we just get ready)
We just get ready (we just get ready)
A-a-any time they come around here, –, we ain't gonna let up on you – s (oh, okay, okay)
We just get ready

Anything they wanna do, hell, yeah, I'm ready for it
Sexy girl, just throw that back, hell, yeah, she′s ready for it
They thought that the boy was stool, now my –, they′re checkin' for it
And your girl, she′s addicted to it, I think that ho needs Betty Ford
All I heard was "that boy's pop", all I heard was "that boy′s not"
Top five on any list, but I've moved up by five slots
I′m passed one, high as –, I don't see –s until I look down


I've just turned my crib in to the hookah spot
You are now welcomed to the kush lounge
So miss me with that –y, girl, come here with that suckery
Ham Squad, Hustle Gang, that′s that Underground Luxury
I don′t mess with them fake types, I'd ban them all, if it was up to me
Even if a – was a cashier, still she′d never get a buck from me

Money on my mind, can't take it off that – (off that –)
They got five different iPhones, I only pick it up for that grip (up for that grip)
Any time they come around here, –, we ain′t gonna let up on you – s
We just get ready (we just get ready)
We just get ready (we just get ready)
Any time they come around here, –, we ain't gonna let up on you – s
We just get ready (we just get ready)
We just get ready (we just get ready)
A-a-any time they come around here, –, we ain′t gonna let up on you –s
We just get ready (we just get ready)