24kGoldn and Future - Company

I like the money, I need some endorsements
She wanna fuck in the back of the Porsche
King of my city, I roll up with bosses
Diamonds imported

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up
Just to keep me some company

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up
Just to keep me some company

She like my dance moves, uh
Guess I'm the man, she turned to a fan
Now we making fast moves, uh
Lookin' for love but it never lasts
I guess that's what cash do (ooh)
Hands in my pants, she lookin' for bands (Goddamnn, bruh)
And something that's brand new (ooh)
Told her, "Watch what that bag do"
'Cause it could get litty when I'm in my city (yeah)
You know it's more fun when you papered out
I need a biddy to show me some titties
The real definition of hangin' out (hangin' out)
Maybe some kitty 'cause I'm really pretty
But I know you shy when the gang around (hey, hey)
Ain't got no time to just hang around
Fuckin' or fightin', we bang it out

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up
Just to keep me some company

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block (yeah)
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves) (yeah)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (I got that bag on me, ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on (you know what I'm sayin'?)
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me (what up?)
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up
Just to keep me some company (Pluto)

Might spoil the bitch for the thrill
I fuck bitches on million dollars worth of bills
I get it poppin' by all, any means
I hold up my wrist, that's a Bentley machine
Ain't havin' issues with gettin' fettuccine
You fuckin' King Pluto, you get what you dreamin'
Mop up my top, got me splashin' codeine
Swap out your wardrobe, you fuckin' a king
Came out the bottom like 400 Juvie
Put a switch on it and go make a movie
Trippin' off ecstasy, I'm totally polluted
Bitches on bitches, they done my recruitin'
Hoes, they goin' both ways
They get it poppin' on good medication (good medication)
Diamonds on me, Bobby Brown (diamonds on me)
Diamonds be dancin' on me, MJ (ooh-ooh)
I put them Rolex diamonds on my trigger finger (ooh)
Walk 'em down, leave a nigga in the cold (ooh-ooh)
I put the Bentley Spur on a cha-cha
Had to turn up another nigga ho (ooh)
And she do whatever a nigga say
I'm controllin' my bitches without usin' a remote (turn it up)
I done came from the bottom, I started with nothin'
Had to go out and get me a Draco
I done smashed on an R&B star in the trenches
These bitches gon' do what I say so (do what I say so)
Hop in my shit, you know damn well I'm lit
I've been fuckin' these thotties, I'm loaded and rich (loaded and rich)
Came up from nothin' (came up)
You know these racks bought these gold diggin' bitches (Freebandz)
I sent the smoke (what?)
Set a nigga on fire and kill all the witnesses (it's true)

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on (whoa)
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up (rollin', hol' up)
Just to keep me some company

I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block (block)
She wanna dance, well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up (hey)
Just to keep me some company (hey, hey)

Written by:
Blake Slatkin, Golden Landis Von Jones, Nayvadius Wilburn, Nicholas Mira, Omer Fedi

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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