Stains Lyrics by Future
[Intro – Future]
Trill, yeah
That’s how it is
Pluto
[Hook/Chorus – Future]
How many stains you hit? Oh no, how many stains?
Private plane, converted up with a private plane
Cooking it up with baking soda, how many chains?
You ain’t thinking how I’m thinking, I’m going to the bank
I come in a tank, I come with the drank
I come with the drapes, I crush out the face
Patek Phillipe, I’m too unique
Gotta stop all the leaks, getting caught with the freaks
[Verse 1 – Future]
I pour up codeine, I can’t go to sleep
Criminal mind, thanks to the gang, gang
Louboutins, sitting in a row
Louis Vuitton’s, mink on the flows
My migo the coldest, he got me the frozest
I ordered it loaded, soon as they touched down, I sold it “down, I sold it”
The money is stacked up off the ground, you could never fold it “never fold it”
I done got racked up, I done stacked up me a fortune
Colossal, enormous, have you seen my preformance
You making it drizzle, I got thunder and storming
Cash on deliver, hope you’re not recording
“Cash on deliver, hope you’re not recording”
[Hook/Chorus – Future]
How many stains you hit? Oh no, how many stains?
Private plane, converted up with a private plane
Cooking it up with baking soda, how many chains?
You ain’t thinking how I’m thinking, I’m going to the bank
I come in a tank, I come with the drank
I come with the drapes, I crush out the face
Patek Phillipe, I’m too unique
Gotta stop all the leaks, getting caught with the freaks
[Verse 2 – Future]
I got you comfortable, because she say she love me
I got some commas, they can’t be discussed
I weigh a ton in these streets, ain’t no discussion
I started off with a couple watches, I got ’em busted
I got a flooded Richard Mille, it ain’t no cuffing
Screaming, blushing, she came from Russia
Digital scale, my kind is rare
I had to prevail, I made it through Hell
See the wheel on the right, when you live overseas
Think it came overnight, how I make it look easy
Ain’t a regular nigga, I accept that
Got ahead of you niggas and I never took a step back
[Hook/Chorus – Future]
How many stains you hit? Oh no, how many stains?
Private plane, converted up with a private plane
Cooking it up with baking soda, how many chains?
You ain’t thinking how I’m thinking, I’m going to the bank
I come in a tank, I come with the drank
I come with the drapes, I crush out the face
Patek Phillipe, I’m too unique
Gotta stop all the leaks, getting caught with the freaks
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