U.O.E.N.O (Extended Remix)

[Produced by: Childish Major] [Intro: Future] U.O.E.N.O it Ol’ high class niggas This shit sound crazy Fly shit only You know what I’m sayin’? [Hook: Future] This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don’t even know it This a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it I came up from bottom, you don’t even know it My niggas all ride with me on, you don’t even know it Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it This a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don’t even know it [Verse 1: Rocko] Ay that monster truck, sit tall as fuck, it’s so big can’t even tow it Don’t like snakes keep my grass cut, so low can’t even mow it Sip Dom Perri’, little high glow, no no we don’t do Moet If it ain’t P.J., no Rose from me ho, so don’t even pour it Specks on Tom Ford, button-down Michael Kors Always on like the refrigerator, I’m plugged in, ho, you know it AP and that PK, wear a Breitling when I’m bored Got a Masterpiece and a 41-millimeter, and you ain’t even know it Keep the .45 in my pocket: ain’t gon’ show it ’til I have to pop it Then you gone know it, damn who shot you, they don’t even know it Hawks game f-ckin’ floor it, TV seat front row it Rocko Da Don CEO it, ain’t gotta rap and you know it [Hook: Future] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] That nigga sold you that re-rock, you ain't even know it I die over these Reeboks, you ain't even know it Put Molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain't even know it Got a hundred acres I live on, you ain't even know it Got a hundred rounds in this AR, you ain't even know it Got a bag of bitches I play with, on cloud 9 in my spaceship Zoned out but he stay fresh from Zone 1 through Zone 6 Bricks all in my blood, birds all in my dreams Boats all in my yard, lemon pepper my wings I’m bout to get you fuck niggas wacked, you ain't even know it Your main nigga bout to turn his back, you ain't even know it [Hook: Future] [Verse 3: ASAP Rocky] Been rich for 'bout a year now, you ain't even know it Had a long talk with my accountant, I ain't even blow it The whole game bit my shit, you ain't even know it A$AP on the remix, you ain't even know it I say these niggas, need lord - got a crib they can't even afford In the club lookin' all bored Show 'em your money, you ain't even throw it And that crib you don't even own it That lean, you ain't even pour it Every bad bitch dream about my dick, you ain't even know it She poppin' and droppin' it lower Droppin' it down to the floor Give you the feeling it's yours, hoping you, score, you ain't even know her She asked about my journey as she sat upon my lap I said "I'm fresh up out the slums but I ain't never going back" You ain't know? [Hook: Future] [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa] We've got a lot of marijuana If you see me you got a problem Run up on me like you want it Guaranteed we're gonna solve it They'll be thinkin' someone shot him Hit him with a bottle I'mma let a nigga have it Started from the bottom Now my diamonds looking autumn And police don't even caught him It's a milli if you call him, presidential rollie It's a ticket if you want it And I'll show you lil' niggas you can get it if you want it U-O-E-N-O... That good weed you don't even blow See I drank so much Bombay in here tonight, can't even drive And that head feel so good to me that I can't even lie See me all up on the curb, you think I'm drunk when I'm swerving See you ask how much it cost, you niggas got a lot of nerve So much money All the motherfuckin' bottles up in here I got nervous Order more, car service - Phantom Rolls Royce curtains Roll one more and that's curtains Young Khalifa, that's curtains In Taylor Gang we worship [Hook: Future] [Verse 5: 2 Chainz] Got tats all on my skin, up to my forehead Tryna hide all this pain, I don’t wanna show it I’m about my dollars, I Creflo it What’s the use of havin' that ass if you ain’t gon' throw it? (tell ‘em) I say throw that ass (throw that ass…) Got the city on my back right now, I’mma need shoulder pads In every photograph I take – picture Niggas know I got them priors – Richard Jealous niggas I despise – pistol And if she a cutie-pie, I’ll eat you Got half a key in my car, you don’t even know it I don’t have a key to my car, that bitch foreign Ammunition on me, I Rambo it Watch me swag over this beat, I’m flamboyant [Hook: Future] [Verse 6: Future] I’m turned up every day, you don’t even know it Got your bitch with me right now, you don’t even know it We turn up in the club, you don’t even know it Got a hundred bottles comin’, you don’t even know it We came up from nothin’, you don’t even know it Drive a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don’t even know it Got a bitch that speak no English, she don’t even know it [Hook: Future]