FUTURE & METRO BOOMIN'S HISTORIC Hit STREAK

What happens when the best rapper alive reunites with the hottest producer of the moment? You get a back-to-back-to-back run unlike any since the Beatles.

- Frazier Tharpe

ON a gray afternoon in the two-story penthouse of a casually luxurious Parisian hotel, two Benz Sprinters' worth of entourage members are sitting around waiting for Future to emerge. It's Paris Fashion Week, and the Atlanta rapper has a front-row seat waiting for him at Balenciaga's summer 2025 runway show, which we technically should already be en route to-but nailing the fit is a process that can't be rushed.

When he does emerge, he's in head-to-toe Balenci, and the first thing he does is troll us. VIPS attending the Balenciaga show were sent a plain-but-dazzling gold band, like a wedding ring, as part of the invite; today Future flashes his and announces, "I just got married," in his trademark just-woke-up croak.

To the game? I reply.

For a moment, Future (who's still a bachelor) seems thrown off, as if he'd expected me to fall for the bait instead of volleying back with a reference to one of his most revered songs-and then he bursts into an approving laugh, blond locs thrown back, teeth bared wide enough to show the grills on his molars. Moments later, in the elevator, shades on and hood up, he repeats the line to himself, this time with an addendum. "Married to the game...story of my life," he mutters, before looking up at everyone around him. "Just renewed my vows!"

Hours after the show, in the private back room of the cavernous Champs-Élysées-adjacent restaurant Verde, Future is in high spirits. Seated at the center of a Last Supper-long table surrounded by close friends and longtime collaborators, he's lobbing joke after joke: remarking how much attention from the fairer sex his ring is attracting, chastising his homie for bringing around women who were less wifey and more "tutes" (as in prostitute), reflecting on the Balenciaga looks, and reminiscing about the Parisian woman he spotted earlier who was so bad he'd have willingly shared his phone passcode with her.