Future – Solitaires (feat. Travis Scott) Lyrics


Check out the Future’s “Solitaires (feat. Travis Scott)” song lyrics below.

[Future:]

(Wheezy outta here)

[Travis Scott:]

Solitary diamonds, solitary jewels

With a bitch that’s shinin’, lookin’ like the moon

Said she wanna party, wanna let it loose

Bustin’ out my back room, she ain’t out the loop

It’s jumpin’, let it in (Ooh)

I put it out, they come in (Ooh)

[Future (Travis Scott):]

Came up off a brick

Bought a Richard Mille, my new watch don’t tick

Drippin’ in Louis V, made a movie, and Prada another film

It’s the Don Dada, I stand this Lamborghini on one wheel

Twelve o’clock, and I got my gun clocked, and I’m on one pill

Monday all the way to Sunday, pick a time to drill

Gettin’ my lettuce, I’m gettin’ my paper, I’m gettin’ my trees, woo, woo

One thousand percent, keep it one thousand with me woo, woo (yeah)

Started with my squad, so I can’t chill

Money over bitches, gotta play the field

Coronavirus diamonds, you can catch the flu

Trap in bandos, walk in Jimmy Choo

Solitaries made a rockstar too (Ooh)

Solitary diamonds, I can show proof (Ooh)

That these bitches on me just like a pop group

I got racks on my mind and I can’t lose (Yeah)

And I got solitary diamonds, solitary jewels

Watches full of baguettes, pockets full of blue (Yeah)

Solitary diamonds, solitary jewels

Girls gettin’ naked in my swimming pool (Yeah)

I wanna take care you and your friends (Yeah)

[Travis Scott:]

Ooh

I put it out, they come in

Ooh (It’s lit)

Radical decisions what we always choose

All the dogs is hungry and they sellin’ food (Yeah)

Every time we do it, tend to hit the news

I don’t want it if it’s stiff or if that pussy loose

Runnin’, know they gunnin’ ’cause I got the juice

I been thuggin’ since a youngin, brought that work to school

Floodin’ all the hundreds, we done broke the pool

All this money bring the power, I didn’t make the rules (Let’s go)

[Future (Travis Scott):]

Sipping on codeine got my screws loose

Making all this money got my screws loose (Yeah)

Ridin’ Lamborgini made her pussy juicy

Grippin’ on the wheel, playin’ in her pussy

Diamonds my neck been going crazy

I think I need to see a psychiatrist (Ooh)

Living in the streets and the gutter raised me

I know how to sell narcotics (Yeah)

[Travis Scott:]

When they let us off of lock’, man, we gon’ make that shit pop

Been humpin’ wifey for so long, she got a limp when she walk

Got seven drops in four spots, I get to pick where I live

In the back they playin’ twinsies like a Hugh Hefner zoo

On my teeth, these diamonds twinkle, in her legs a jacuzzi

I be tweakin’ every day, I got some screws missin’

I keep an Air Max pump on me, no, not my 270s (Yeah)

And they know just where I be, it’s like I’m 713 (Yeah)

Havin’ money on this side is not the conversation (Yeah, yeah)

Solitary diamonds for my dawg inside, he waited, yeah (Straight up)

[Travis Scott (Future):]

Solitary diamonds, solitary jewels

With a bitch that’s shinin’, lookin’ like the moon

Said she wanna party, wanna let it loose

Bustin’ out my back room, she ain’t out to loop

(I wanna take care you and your friends) ooh

I put it out, they come in, ooh

Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Michael G Dean, Jacques Webster, Wesley Tyler Glass

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