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Future - Change Her Life Lyrics

[Chorus]
A hundred bitches ain't enough, yeah
A hundred million ain't enough, yeah
That Audemar thought it was enough, yeah
The Richard Mille wasn't enough, yeah
Skydiving Amalfi coast, yeah
My Patek wrist cost me a Ghost, yeah
Two bezels got these girls obsessed
On money and drugs we havin' sex
She come with no panties, I dick in her flesh
I'm drippin' in ice, got her soakin' wet
Put her in the foreign, sixth-gear shift
Change her clothes, gonna changе her life
Rose Gold frozе, make your bitch go bite
Bought out the stores, [?] like [Tyson?]
Pull up on Rodeo, bouta go and shoot dice
All hood niggas on a PJ flight

[Verse 1]
Rubies and emeralds
Emeralds gon' side with residuals
I feel like I'm invisible
I got them mad, they sad, they pitiful
Got these demons with me
Got my cross froze
Treat me like I'm a god, did the impossible
I push up on a dime on the front of Vogue
This bitch came with a chauffer and penny loafers
Won a hundred [?] and went over quarter
Rock medallions and gold, I'm a royal flush
Put the butterfly door on the Lamb truck
I got suicide thoughts, got my wrist cut
Get a million a show, watch the wrist flick
I got mob ties for the rich bitch
Watch her catch it just for the logistics
I'ma pull it out and let her kiss it
Need over a hundred vibes, I'm a misfit
[Bridge]
Need over a hundred vibes
Just so I can forget about all of my pain
Without the attire, just for the flier
And take half a ticket just for the name
I feel like Messiah
I'm gettin' higher 'til I can't see no evil, yeah
I'm ridin' around with a trio
I came in Ferrari it ain't none but 2 seaters

[Chorus]
A hundred bitches ain't enough, yeah
A hundred million ain't enough, yeah
That Audemar thought it was enough, yeah
The Richard Mille wasn't enough, yeah
Skydiving Amalfi coast, yeah
My Patek wrist cost me a Ghost, yeah
Two bezels got these girls obsessed
On money and drugs we havin' sex
She come with no panties, I dick in her flesh
I'm drippin' in ice, got her soakin' wet
Put her in the foreign, sixth-gear shift
Change her clothes, gonna change her life
Rose Gold froze, make your bitch go bite
Bought out the stores, [?] like [Tyson?]
Pull up on Rodeo, bouta go and shoot dice
All hood niggas on a PJ flight
[Verse 2]
One in the head
Take you outta sight
I'm on a million, spillin' in ice
Done a few wrong, done made a few right
Kush for cologne and play with the white
Bitch get seasick, tryna check the time
Rubies and emeralds, and whole lotta diamonds
Pop outside when I feel like flyin'
Niggas gon' hide cuz they know they gon' die
Just off the curb I was serving them feins
Hit a few licks now I feel like a king
I was the first to put the pink on my ring
Bouta go splurge in Chrome Heart jeans
Re'd-up again had to buy new machines
Me and my twin like to drink codeine
Fuck the same bitch like we ain't on teams
I'ma need another arm got too much bling
You ain't even built like that put the key up
Go and shoot dice all day better re-up
I put that trap on a car when I stain
I'ma pay up when they scatter your brains
Got too much blood on my money my chains
Drinking on mud bouta go buy a plane
I got that murder squad shit in my veins
Me and my niggas, we thinkin' the same
[Chorus]
A hundred bitches ain't enough, yeah
A hundred million ain't enough, yeah
That Audemar thought it was enough, yeah
The Richard Mille wasn't enough, yeah
Skydiving Amalfi coast, yeah
My Patek wrist cost me a Ghost, yeah
Two bezels got these girls obsessed
On money and drugs we havin' sex
She come with no panties, I dick in her flesh
I'm drippin' in ice, got her soakin' wet
Put her in the foreign, sixth-gear shift
Change her clothes, gonna change her life
Rose Gold froze, make your bitch go bite
Bought out the stores, [?] like [Tyson?]
Pull up on Rodeo, bouta go and shoot dice
Real street nigga boardin' on the private flight