Ready (feat. Future) - B.o.B

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Apply major pressure my nigga
You heard me?

Money on my mind, plane taking off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga we ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga we ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready


It's Ray Bans, and free bands, we getting money,
While you hating, we somewhere in our Abu Dhabi
With Arabians, and G5, where my posse at?
Its outrageous, on that good Jamaican
That's right I'm too faded, you two shaded
I'm too greedy with two ladies
Excellence im azuberated
I finna smash like two potatoes
I dont give a f-ck, not even two maybes
I turn up on niggas like rude a bands
I do it daily, I do it daily
That's my swag, you should pay me
Aint that the truth? this my whip aint that the coupe
Hustle Gang aint that the squad
That bitch actin' like you gotta prove
While they out here catchin feelings, I'mma catch a flight to .
I just give her major pressure while she gave me major woooo

Money on my mind, plane taking off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga we ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga we ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

Okay
Anything they wanna do, hell yeah Im ready for it
Sexy bitch just throw that back, hell yeah she ready for it
They thought that the boy was stupid, now my shit they checkin' for it
And your girl she addicted to it, I think that ho need metaphor
All I heard is that boy a pop
All I heard is that boy a not
Top 5 on any list, but I moved up about five slots
Some pass one, high as f-ck
I don't see nigga til I look down
Just turned my crib to the hookah spot
You are now welcome to the kush lounge
So miss my with that f-ckery
Girl come here with that suckery
Ham squad Hustle Gang
That's that underground luxury
I dont mess with them fake type
I bet em all if it was up to me
Even if a bitch was a cashier, still never get a buck from me

Money on my mind, plane taking off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga we ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga we ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

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Bobby Ray Simmons (born November 15, 1988 in Decatur, Georgia, USA), better known by his stage name B.o.B, is a Grammy Award-nominated American rapper, singer and producer signed to T.I.'s Grand Hustle Label and Atlantic Records. In 2007 he released his debut EP, Eastside, and has since released another EP, 12th Dimension, and five mixtapes. His debut album, B.o.B Presents The Adventures of Bobby Ray, was released in April 2010 and debuted at #1 on the Billboard 200. The first single from the album, Nothin' on You featuring Bruno Mars, peaked at #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. The album spawned two further hit singles including international smash airplanes and Billboard hit Magic. The album has since been certified Gold by the RIAA for shipments of over 500,000 copies in the US.

The first single from B.o.B's second album is Strange Clouds. It features Lil Wayne and according to the Strange Clouds Songfacts, it "is 3 minutes 47 seconds of bass heavy bragging.". The song was released on October 3, 2011. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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