Future, DJ Quick - Move That Dope

[Intro:]
Real dope dealers for real! Ha ha!
Ha ha ha!
Push it! [x4]

[Chorus – x2: Future]
Young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, move that dope,
Aye, move that dope, aye, move that dope!
Young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, move that dope,
Aye, move that dope, aye, move that dope!
Young nigga, move that dope.
Poppin bottles,
Don't it make you feel good?
From ashy to classy,
Don't it make you feel good?

[Verse 1: Future]
Whippin the yam, whippin and flippin the yam,
Turn the whole brick to a Lam,
Re-rockin the dope soon as it get off the boat,
Keepin it soft like a mink,
Gold on my link, coke in the sink.
Choppin that work like karate,
Servin a new Maserati in a brand new Maserati,
That's a whole lotta new money.
Snatch it, then hide it from the 12,
Movin them squares and them bales, servin the rawest of yayo.
Beatin that china like Kunta Kinte,
Whippin it, whippin that fish and Parkay,
Drinkin on syrup, I'm rollin up.
Made myself a boss, a boss and a plug,
Either way you put it, nigga, I'm good,
Triple salute, nigga, straight out the hood,
Bakin' soda, water splash the scales,
Fork in my right and my pot in my left,
Leanin over, over to the side, I whip me a four way to a nine.
The dirty, the money is homicide, and my recipe can't be televised.

[Chorus – x2: Future]
Young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, move that dope,
Aye, move that dope, aye, move that dope!
Young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, move that dope,
Aye, move that dope, aye, move that dope!
Young nigga, move that dope.
Poppin bottles,
Don't it make you feel good?
From ashy to classy,
Don't it make you feel good?

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
King Push!
Young enough to still sell dope, but old enough that I knows better,
When they sayin' it's 42 for that white powder, I knows better.
Get it, nigga? I nose better. Put a smile on the devil's face.
Who don't wanna sell dope forever and flood their Rollie till the bezel break?
Woo! Fish scale in the two-door that I fishtails,
Fiberglass, Ferrari leather, in designer shit that I misspell, yugh!
Look at the clues, the J's, the jewels, I'm actin' a monkey,
From sixteen years old I'm whippin' in kitchens, fuckin' my junkies.
Pablo, Versace way before Migos,
My dinner plates, no silverware, all you niggas my hijos.
Toss a kilo like a free throw, crack house, it had the peephole,
Made it through to the other side, now nothing's big as my ego.
Push!

[Chorus – x2: Future]
Young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, move that dope,
Aye, move that dope, aye, move that dope!
Young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, move that dope,
Aye, move that dope, aye, move that dope!
Young nigga, move that dope.
Poppin bottles,
Don't it make you feel good?
From ashy to classy,
Don't it make you feel good?

[Verse 3: Pharrell]
Me, I try to leave the best for later,
But Pusha tried to put me on the respirator,
The old Skateboard P, that's your favorite,
Me and twenty girls doin' yoga naked.
Frequency high, like a spaceship,
She say that she like it and she's been exposed,
The Gandalf hat and the weird ass clothes,
That's Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo.
I know guerrillas with the triggers that's on a banana clip
And packin' with the biggest missiles,
These niggas is knockin' over vehicles,
These niggas ain't waitin' just to see niggas,
These niggas ain't tryna hear plea, niggas,
These niggas like choppin' down trees, niggas,
These niggas 1-2-3 and they squeeze, niggas,
These niggas hit the weed then they lean, niggas, gee, nigga!
If you got two hoes, you need to let one go,
Two Lambos, you need to let one go,
All these drones while y'all smoke dro,
There's an eye in the sky, I'm tryna let y'all know.
Ain't no standards, Imma set one, though,
Big ass bag but no man sandals,
All that war, we need to let that go,
That boom business, Imma get that ho.

[Chorus – x2: Future]
Young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, move that dope,
Aye, move that dope, aye, move that dope!
Young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, move that dope,
Aye, move that dope, aye, move that dope!
Young nigga, move that dope.
Poppin bottles,
Don't it make you feel good?
From ashy to classy,
Don't it make you feel good?

[Verse 4: Casino]
Young nigga got that coke, whip that dope like a bad child,
How you think about that coupe, with no roof? Young nigga cashed out.
Popped so many Percs, popped so many Xans, young nigga bout to pass out.
12 jump behind me, I got some in the car, young nigga bout to smash out,
Migo hit that line, say he got some bricks, young fresh bout to buy ‘em out.
QuikTrip round the corner, dropped a nine,
Got the J's in the lunch line, smokin iron,
Cocaine, cocaine cowboy like Mickey Munday,
Take over the project, whip a line, me no wait.
I keep a 45 in my coat, while I'm servin dope,
The J's in my hood smoke that crack, say it give ‘em hope.
Serve a nigga whole brick, he hopin that it come and go,
Young nigga tricked up, now he spendin that money with Casino!

[Chorus – x2: Future]
Young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, move that dope,
Aye, move that dope, aye, move that dope!
Young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, young nigga, move that dope,
Young nigga, move that dope,
Aye, move that dope, aye, move that dope!
Young nigga, move that dope.
Poppin bottles,
Don't it make you feel good?
From ashy to classy,
Don't it make you feel good?