Stick To The Models Lyrics - Future

Ayy, bro, is that Jambo? 

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob 

Yeah, Pluto 

Went through the clouds, ain't I never, never comin' down 

Never comin' down, oh 

Yeah yeah, yeah 

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow 

Fuckin' my wrist up, 

fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter 

I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger 

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava 

'Cause I'm in that mode, 

everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles 

Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father 

I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle 

I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models 

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I'ma just stick to the models and hit it 

I'ma just stick to the guala and get it 

I can't come up short, I'm goin' to get it 

I can afford to keep all my bitches 

I got her laid up, she bad and sadity 

I got my weight up, I'm carryin' my city 

I got vicarious, my ears, they blurry 

Put up, no worries, she know she insured 

I keep it real, ain't talkin' absurd 

I lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrup 

Put up them M's, my Federal Reserve 

Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge 

Tell you the truth, I come up from the dirt 

She play with no panties, a lil' bitty skirt 

I hit it on Xanax and I made it squirt 

A really rich nigga, and I'm goin' berserk 

Photos 

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow 

Fuckin' my wrist up, 

fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter 

I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger 

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava 

'Cause I'm in that mode, 

everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles 

Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father 

I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle 

I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models 

I got two blonde snow bunnies 

Sendin' me pics to the 'Gram 

I got some bitches, they linin' up 

They wanna fuck me just 'cause who I am 

I fucked them gold digging bitches 

I never will love her or trust her, but pay her 

Lookin' out for her, but ain't takin' care of her 

She know it ain't no way in hell 

I keep it real with you, keep it real with me 

That's all we can do 

Know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me 

Shawty get wet as a pool 

We call it fair game 

When it come down to my bros and swappin' the hoes 

I send my main thang to get your main thang 

We gon' fuck that ho on the low 

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow 

Fuckin' my wrist up, 

fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter 

I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger 

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava 

'Cause I'm in that mode, 

everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles 

Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father 

I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle 

I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models 

I keep it real, ain't talkin' absurd 

I lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrup 

Put up them M's, my Federal Reserve 

Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge 

Two blonde snow bunnies 

Sendin' me pics to the 'Gram 

Deal with you 

Who know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me 

Shawty get wet as a pool 

Who know how to 

Deal with you