"Future Back" lyrics

I got wound stripes, that's 30 years of running
I should be with Big Meech, I get so much money
I started off finessing, and then I wash my hands
Do not touch it, if it ain't them bands
I pray to messiah told him I want it all
Put me in the game, or I crawl behind the wall
I'm living lavish, smashing on these pink toes
More paper than Kinkos, drinking bottles and they gold-
Rose!
Drinking lean and it's heavy
Okay!
Yea, popping wheelies on a banshee
We throwing money on these hoes and they ain't even dancing
And it's coming back white, Marilyn Manson
They yelling young future back, and he brought good crack
Macheveli
And I'm filling up my belly, with pies, vegetary
I'm a dog on these hoes, veterinary
Yea, I make movies, Tyler Perry
Yo main dame, that's my secretary
But you good 'cause I love money, February
Gotta lot of shit on my mind but can't get discouraged
Apply major pressure, you better be weary
You 'bout to get your 'ish, dog you gon' get your 'ish
The preacher gonna say a scripture, I'm asking for forgiveness
I hear the streets calling, all the little ghetto children
Future all they know, astronaut Pluto, numero uno
I'm coming for your throat
Bitch I gotta have it, I know you waiting to taste it
And I'mma murder every track nigga cold case it