Hard Lyrics

Artist: Future
Mixtape: Welcome 2 Mollyworld
Year: 2012

[Intro – Future]
Ay, this some real la familia shit, ya nah mean?
We pass that shit, yeah we pass the bullshit
Money on top of money nigga, conversation
Everything’s a dollar sign
Extravagant lifestyle

[Hook – Future]
I got bad bitches, bitch so bad she harder than a dime
Finna drop the deuce in fo’ and try to scratch a hard nine
If you trying to find these shoes, they gon’ be hard for you to find
Rocking presidential Rollies, it ain’t hard to tell time
I had my ups, I had my downs in my lifetime committing crimes
I’m chasing paper everyday and it ain’t hard to see I grind
I’m turning up, I’m turning up, it’s gon’ be hard to turn me down
I’m a motherfuckin’ star and it ain’t hard for me to shine
Straight up

[Verse 1 – Future]
Papi got them packs, he ’bout to turn up with them bands
Catch some diamonds in your face, if you look over he ain’t glance
100 racks in all hundreds, tryna stuff ’em in my pants
I’mma make a movie on you, any time I get a chance
She gon’ smash the crew and I don’t have to give her no advance
Just to be in Future presence, she do everything I’m sayin’
She love the kid, I swear this girl my biggest fan
I does it big, I take the guap and make a fan
I’m in your city with the real niggas whipping work up
I’m gnarly and I done caught me a wave, surfer
I’m solar system high, you know I’m faded off purple
My shoe game killin’ these niggas, murder

[Hook – Future]
I got bad bitches, bitch so bad she harder than a dime
Finna drop the deuce in fo’ and try to scratch a hard nine
If you trying to find these shoes, they gon’ be hard for you to find
Rocking presidential Rollies, it ain’t hard to tell time
I had my ups, I had my downs in my lifetime committing crimes
I’m chasing paper everyday and it ain’t hard to see I grind
I’m turning up, I’m turning up, it’s gon’ be hard to turn me down
I’m a motherfuckin’ star and it ain’t hard for me to shine
Straight up

[Verse 2 – Future]
They say I’m screwed up and I’ve been leanin’ all weekend
And yo’ girlfriend loving the crew, The Weeknd
The new Giuseppe’s, I had to purchase by the bundle
Them presidential Benz’, you can tell I’m doing numbers
They jocked a nigga style and they had turned into a monster
I was swaggin’ to the max, I had to turn it to some commas
I fucked up, give me a second, got it right back out the jungle
I’m eatin’ five-star dinners, living like my nigga Stunna
Get some cash nigga, get some fetti, get some lumber
Make it rain money, make it hurricane, thunder
Running to the check while the check steady coming
I ain’t gotta flex, cause I’m really getting money

[Hook – Future]
I got bad bitches, bitch so bad she harder than a dime
Finna drop the deuce in fo’ and try to scratch a hard nine
If you trying to find these shoes, they gon’ be hard for you to find
Rocking presidential Rollies, it ain’t hard to tell time
I had my ups, I had my downs in my lifetime committing crimes
I’m chasing paper everyday and it ain’t hard to see I grind
I’m turning up, I’m turning up, it’s gon’ be hard to turn me down
I’m a motherfuckin’ star and it ain’t hard for me to shine
Straight up