Prie on with them young boys
Rollin’ up that dope
Rather have a hot head than to have some cold feet
Home boy is a new debt, all my jewels is blue red
On your wife like Cool J
Beat it up like the new Dre
Money heavy, two grong
Fresh-fresh-fresher than a new bong
They try to sign the whole group
Startin’ from the group home
Movin’ like a boss move
MGK my dog food
You know I’m a wild boy
(Who’s next?) cowboy
Had a show in Cleveland
That old money turn in new money
Shorty say she gon’ hit the crew for me
I could, ain’t nothin’ you can do for me
Get your money youngest with my oldest
Either you love me or you don’t babe
I need a girl that do her both ways
All this money, I keep spendin’ it all over and over
again
Either you love me or you don’t babe
I need a girl that do her both ways
All this money, I keep spendin’ it all over and over
again
Uh, just drop a new chicken on the new spinner
When I pull through, know I get a few grinners
Bag shot, we can’t do dinner
Good view, duplex with the pools in ‘em
Iced up, chip off the old block
Work sliced up, took over your whole spot
Shit, the feds knew what I was pedaling
Now we blowin’ cold heavers on the mezzanine
Lookin’ down at the game like we on now
Just made it out the cooch so can slow down
New gold Rol and no ice in it
Right u your alley but the price isn’t
If you can’t afford two then you don’t need one
These niggers fallin’ on their face tryin’ to keep up
Try swing it up, baby pull the curtain
Say she want a cold boy, yea them niggers workin’
Hunt round draw for the jack boys
If he ain’t really want it, shouldn’t ask for it
Got the Porsche lookin’ like it grew wings
Sweet at the fountain, blue with a few things
That old money turn in new money
Shorty say she gon’ hit the crew for me
I could, ain’t nothin’ you can do for me
Get your money youngest with my oldest
Either you love me or you don’t babe
I need a girl that do her both ways
All this money, I keep spendin’ it all over and over
again
Either you love me or you don’t babe
I need a girl that do her both ways
All this money, I keep spendin’ it all over and over
[Intro:]
Bounce (Yeah)
[Repeat]
[Chorus:]
Choppa choppa down
I lay a nigga down
Choppa choppa brek it down
I lay a nigga down
[Repeats]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
[Laughing] smoking while I'm raping... yea [laughing] means I'm higher than you
Rep this gang bitch I'm a roll this plane bitch
You talking anguish but money that's my language
New car, new hoe, even got a new main bitch
Can't call, new phone, but I'm still on that same shit
Bossing cause I came into this game without a boss
Umm and I'm eating good so I just gotta floss
And and and I spent your advance just on my Audemar
I'm here today then I'm gone tomorrow can't find a pound cause I bout em break em down
[Chorus:]
Choppa choppa down
I lay a nigga down
Choppa choppa brek it down
I lay a nigga down
[Repeats]
[Gucci Mane]
[Chorus:]
Choppa choppa down
I lay a nigga down
Choppa choppa brek it down
I lay a nigga down
[Repeats]
[French Montana:]
Shots be flying... niggas don't make a sound
Flow in slow mo' when your body hit the ground
Nigga look around got shoes got glow got... one more fuck...
... security need security when the shot will be flying
... Chasing that money never stopping that
... king of the street I ain't never go stop
Nigga asks ground I... you are so hot you are so cold
... choppa choppa down
[Chorus:]
Choppa choppa down
I lay a nigga down
Choppa choppa brek it down
I lay a nigga down
Stop, we won’t stop, continuously take money
If you won’t stop, then we won’t stop, continuously
take money
I got, stop, we won’t stop, continuously take money
If you won’t stop, then we won’t stop, continuously
take money
Stop, we won’t stop, continuously take money
If you won’t stop, then we won’t stop, continuously
take money
I got a pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
A pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
I got a pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
A pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
Stop, we won’t stop, continuously take money
Stop, we won’t stop, continuously take money
Stop, we won’t stop, continuously take money
If you won’t stop, then we won’t stop, continuously
take money
I got a pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
A pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
I got a pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
A pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
Drop top, see, cranberry my feet
Ten Camarro is leap, ten hours asleep
Purple drink in the cup bellow thang
Let me show you says
She want me to fuck ‘em
Pop ‘em thangs for me
It’s a gangsta party fuck the pork a zork
Sweet Porsche G slot to a freak
Hangin’ niggas knock the chair off
Shoes gray like a smena
They run to woods but drop the jail off
Right before I had the cash to burn up
Win my first hundred grand after little nigga take the
turn
Now them coke boys bung the city back
Hot nigger women got Diddy back
If you won’t stop, then we won’t stop, continuously
take money
If you won’t stop, then we won’t stop, continuously
take money
I got a pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
A pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
I got a pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
A pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
My nigga dip it, roll it, slide on these fuck niggas
Grip it, hold it, pockets on super slow
Pull up in the Enzo like the Superbowl
Dippin’ on sub-zero, nigga super cold
Your bitch blew me now with them sukus
God measure nigger back with a few rules
My money low, I count it on the floor
Feds ordered my money, keep my nino, light some more
That’s right, my young can hold that lap like T McGray
Couple weeks you and your black momma meets her baby
Fuck a peace talk, the nigga keep the piece drop
When the beat’s on we be at your manico like
If you won’t stop, then we won’t stop, continuously
take money
If you won’t stop, then we won’t stop, continuously
take money
I got a pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
A pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
I got a pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
A pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
I know I’m arrogant, nothing you can tell me
Lifestyle, capital, big beens and LV’s
Minus that, it’s a bunch of BS
Bottom line is the money, it’s no PS
And I ain’t even try to hide shit
Can’t bail out, once considered a flight risk
No broke, that’s cuz you ain’t movin’ right shit
You leave a load you catch that nigga right is
I’m just taking shots I’m like oh boy
It’s UFC, knew you still a coke boy
I’m the baker man pills very tall boy
Call me mister green light mama say go boy
If you won’t stop, then we won’t stop, continuously
take money
If you won’t stop, then we won’t stop, continuously
take money
I got a pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
A pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
I got a pocket full of work and a pocket full of cash
Snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitch-snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitch-snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Got this bitch named Tasha, she let me fuck her in the
Like Kim Kardashian, she wanna be a star
Got this bitch named Britanny, With big ass titties
But bitches aint shit, cuz bitches act Mickey (ughhhhh)
Got a main bitch, but I don't need her
Every time we fuck, I gotta pop a bean first
Hit the purp, then eat that pussy for dessert
It gets worse, just watch when she squirt
I got this bitch who act sadity
She live in the cities
Every time she hear i got a new bitch, she says she
miss me
Imma thug, got this thug bitch she stay up in the
Jungles
Every time we go to Crenshaw Mall, she have a Rumble
Got this bitch in the Hoovas, I don't wanna lose her
Ass so fat to measure it, i need a ruler
Got this bad bitch, that go to Northridge
She always wear Gucci, but she can't afford it
Snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitch-snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitch-snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Take a bitch life, now it's my life
Need a bitch that can fuck, cook, clean, write
Turn a bitch out, make her lick twice
Yeah she eat pussy, but she don't fuck dikes
Laid in the middle, two middle lights
Straight kill a bitch, pop rocks little sprite
Bam bam little chubby ass gooy car
Tell the bitch twinkle twinkle come meet a star
I dont owe them, no Lamar
Kind of money make her come out her Leotard
I'm in this bitch, like my dick hard
And i shuffle money, like playing cards Uh
YG tell them bitches wassup, they ready to cut no
links in my suit, we don't cuff em,
Straight duck em, like Donald
Quack Qwak,
I dont even know the sound them bitches make cuz
Snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitch-snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitch-snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Got a bitch from Queens, love fuckin’ on the been
Love breakin’ all tricks, had to put ‘er on the team
Shorty love playin’ with her nose but I like her
Love that china and ain’t talkin’ Tyga
Shorty name loose, Shorty be boost
Met her in the mall with slim thugs and nuice
Hold her like, just like short
Had an aerinal, told her boost me some Jordan
Boost me a Louie, boost me a belt
Boost them red binds then boost me on the shelf
Got this bitch from Haiti, she’s a real hater
Her mind do voodoo so I never violate ‘er
Snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitch-snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
Snitch-snitch-snitch-snitches ain't but pros and tricks
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Chorus]
[Mike Shorey:]
We out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper
I figure y'all should already know
The diamonds all in the bezel, y'all tryna get on my level
And y'all got a long way to go
Kuz I'm gettin' money
I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky
I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
[{French Montana}:]
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Yeah)
[Verse 1]
[French Montana:]
These old niggaz in the west, said they gon' get the Tec
And I hope ya rap friends don't fill the wake, peel the weight
M6, get away, know a nigga trippin'
Go and get some Grand Cru, I'm tryna chill and then celebrate
Feel the prayer homie, a tradition thang
Whippin' all them grams galore was the kitchen thang
Homie first of all, it's ya boy Mac
All-black GT Bently with the skulled cracked, fall back
You know a nigga can't call it, I might spoil it if I tell 'em
Stick up boys robbin' niggaz for they jewels, can't sell 'em
We flood the game and let 'em digest
Mindset on the older shit, these other niggaz in a contest
And I salute the dollar, pledge allegiance
Niggaz talkin' all this money, we don't see it
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Chorus]
[Mike Shorey:]
I'm out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper
I'm cakin', y'all should already know
The diamonds all in the bezel, stop tryna get on my level
Man y'all got a long way to go
Kuz I'm gettin' money
I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky
I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
[{French Montana}:]
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
[Dame Grease:]
Caddy all-black, rollin' on a sour blunt
Lot boy bigger, 40 Cal hit ya up
Lenox Ave gang bang, you snitchin', all them, homocide
Will erase ya kiss kiss, ran up on the jeep, see
You ever seen your enemy get his head blown off
On the back steps of his momma's porch
Oh, your daddy smart, time to put in body work
Come through in niggaz lobby, ballin' through the paperwork
Damn I beat it crazy, clap your only laby
Burn 'em with the police, nigga must be crazy
Get a nigga laid back, hit 'em with the tre pack
Leave his momma screamin', lettin' off a ill sound
Niggaz body fall, we took his bankroll
Four in the streets, you watch the drama unfold
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
[Intro]
Lay down
Montana
Trigga
[Hook: French Montana]
Money ain't everything nigga it's the only thing
I pop bottles like I got 40 rings
40 cars, 40 chains, 40 bitches
I got 40 names
A, K, K, K, K, K
Karma, drama, never been to college
Think about the feds homie, that'll be the only thing
40 cars, 40 chains
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Bust, bust it, what the business is?
Cars, cribs, couple businesses
lean, percs and them blacks
Been to hell and back
Then I cut off my rearview, 'cause I ain't looking back
Now my bad bitch neck tatted, blue dye my bladder
Rip it off that rack boy, what it cost don't matter
I say starin down and I'm in it
Trap money I'm spending
PG for that dream team, you fucking right we winning
40, 40, another 40 boy
They ask me why I sell, feel that YSL?
Drunk in the front, your bitch in the back
I land in the front, and I start from the back
[Hook: French Montana]
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Hop out the jet, what city is this?
3 bitches in bed, I'm like who's titty is this?
They fucked around and let a nigga like me get rich
I don't know another nigga like me exist
These girls be 'bout that YOLO life
I ask you now if you a ho, no right?
But my dick's still meeting with your throat tonight
Pimp game strong, cold as ice
Told em I'd show you right
You pay for pussy, you know the price
That's hard to handle, this life a gamble
I want the dice, minute rice
To business life, I'm an enterprise
And I'll drop whatever on whatever you ain't finna buy
Live every moment like my last, like I'm finna die
Know I sing it now, wonder will I sing it when I'm in the sky
[Hook: French Montana]
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Bust it, bust it, she let that 40 flame
My AKA is what shorty name
Just call my crew the Rolex and Audi gang
But we still got no time for these lames
I'm with my Mexican homies out of wares
They'll hook you up, give you a cares
We campaigning like we running for pres
Still watching out for JC and Torres
New york undercovers amongst the others
The family be couple hundred of us
Got a hundred brothers, AKA the Jacklsons
Got a hundred sisters, AKA the Braxtons
[Hook]
Watch me make what I lost, I aint gotta choice it is what It be, Watch Me magicccc, I pull that pigeon out the hat, pull that 50 out the bag, Gunnin, Niggaz out here dummin, It aint where you from its where ya at.
[Eminem]
Got macs in the duffle bag couple of fags stuffed in the backseat muzzled and gagged, wrapped in bubble wrap 2 lesbians a couple hustla mags, now grab the pez despinser fill it up to the max with muscle relaxers, the governor of Alaska, she loves when I ask her, to shove my pulaski sausage up in her ass huh why we hover over nebraska, shooting at the fucking buffalo pastures in the helicopter man I cant fuck her no faster, she screaming grab my titties shady suck on those bastards, but I aint no sucker I wont snuggle up with her after, im a jigglo, bitch I look like the juggalo bath uh, Everyday I just seem to get a little bit bold, but shit back down man I'd rather lick on the scrotum, fucking aqua mom pussy lips with some okra, while i watch whoopi goldberg sizzle with oprah, while rosy pussy farts and takes a piss on the sofa, get the boner and play dick swords with the jonas brothers, you muthafukas mothas aroma's like no other I keep thinking sumthing smother in somas.
[Hook]
Watch me make what I lost, I aint gotta choice it is what It be, Watch Me magicccc, I pull that pigeon out the hat, pull that 50 out the bag, Gunnin, Niggaz out here dummin, It aint where you from its where ya at, I Make magicc pull a pigeon out the hat, pull that 50 out the bag
[French Montana]
Imma take em to the top, they aint fucking with the top deal, top player im the new dre, snoop, pac, big chain ice hot, his slang white block bread, pumping like speakers flow ether like nasir, you can bulletproof ya truck and get shot still, shots peel, 40 turn your brains into oxtail, pop pills, shawty pussy right but her top real she took the condom off and jerked me off like the lox's deal, All I bump is jada and max, bent with the cramium cracked, smoother like that henny and black, i be the mac with the 2 slugs, ski mask, two gloves ask about them boys money tall like manute was
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
It's nothing to think about
Montana man
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)
[Verse 1]
[French Montana:]
After hours, four hoes, flying spur, four-door
Stay strapped, 4-4, I can never go broke
Hatin' on a nigga, dickridin' when they see him
In the club tryna keep up with ya re-up, fuck nigga what it ain't
You the boss, let 'em hate
Bad bitches bring 'em in, boyfriend number two
Never cuddling, come again, baby don't be feelin' that (feelin' that)
Coke Wave Gargamel a hit 'em back
GTC with the ceilin' back (ceilin' back)
Homie, wrist white, bricks white, we be dealin' that
Know you niggaz feelin' that (feelin' that)
Homie, Macaroni, he be peelin' that, dog 'em then send 'em back
Nigga I'm the hottest nigga out, fuck a punchline, played out
Go two-player when it's crunchtime, lunch time
Checks lookin' healthy (healthy) bitches on a nigga (nigga)
You know Coke Wave be the niggaz, Montana bitch
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)
[Verse 2]
[Al Pac:]
I'll leak you dude, what it do, fuck these chickens, stack my loot
Niggaz wanna ride the wave, I'm switchin' to a different loop
Every week a different Coupe, everyday a different smut
Bigga told me "Peezly, fuck these haters, get them bigger bucks"
Now I gotta get it in, niggaz can't fuck with him
Al Pac, Montana, niggaz can't fuck with them
Got the streets in a frenzy, all the real niggaz love us
Coke Wave, and we still riding on you muthafuckas
Front, I'ma lay you down, get outta line, spray a pound
All about my money, I ain't come here to play around
Always on the grind, I got money on my mind
Fow worth brick money, all these other niggaz dimes
Got your wifey on my dick, all these bitches screamin', "Oww"
Never sound the same, every song is a different style
Watch my fetti come and pile, trappin' like it's '88
Al Pac, Gain Greene, niggaz gettin' major cake (Ay)
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)
[Verse 3]
[Mac Mustard:]
My niggaz point me in the right path and calculate the right math
A white pad can turn into some light cash
But if you go renegade, leave everything in sight smashed
Baby talkin' 'bout your money even in the white mask
I keep it in pure form, harder than Lennox right jab
You workin' your life away, still ain't kissin' the right ass
This shit is ridiculous, your wifey promiscuous
And them niggaz in your hood ain't feelin' the shit you spit
Let alone the world, this shit'll make your bones curl
Thought you was a player, why you chokin' that girl
You're losing your cool, we still makin' our moves
Jumpin' from stu-to-stu to make it do what it do
Whether it's Coke Wave, Menace From Lenox, tip of the iceberg
We always got the right hooks, always say the right words
Never catch us in tight furs, probably catch us on Rikers
But we set trends, got new ways to cipher
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
[Hook:]
I'm Drinking round after round
Make it rain in the club don't drown
Baby what you trying to drink, white or brown?
Tonight I'm tryin to see you in a night gown
So what it do girl
I'm drinking round after round
Make it rain in the club don't drown
Baby what you trying to drink, white or brown?
Tonight I'm tryin to see you in the night gown
So what it do girl
I'm too turned up goodness gracious
Bitches in every state
I call it placements
Louies with no laces
I love it when my girlfriend speak a different language
All kinds of fucking faces
Got a nigga balling
In the club goin hard bottle poppin
Nigga catch the wave I'm in [?] leanin to the right
Thirty niggas behind me got em feeling alright
25 years old fuck a fight
Never gave a bitch money just good pipe
I'll be going at the hood but he not my blood type
Drinking Remy White
[Hook]
I'm talking bout the money and the cars that you drive and all the diamonds on ya neck
And all the bitches you be slidin'
Where it's at, where it's at, where it's at,
Where it's at, where it's at, where it's at,
I'm talk round after round, bottle after bottle
Pound after pound, model after model
Hunnit niggas deep in the club plus I'm on one
All the bases loaded bitch Home Run fuck you, pay me Simple
Me and Flockaveli get them choppas out the window
Three days 8C I'm talking 30K
Canaries on the AP 30k
Purple in the air henny straight
(Feat. Waka Flocka)
Chorus:
You know that boy (boy), flame (flame)
Know I do my thing, I move that co (co) cane (cane)
Damn I move that thing, I got that dro (dro), drank (drank)
Know I do my thing, I move that co (co), cane (cane)
Damn I move that thing, I get that dough (dough), dough (dough)
Seven for the O
Shorty looking right, I'm tryna fuck tonight
You know I move the white (snow)
Boy (flying)
Know I do my thing, I move that co cane
Damn I move that thing I got that dro
Get that money, spend that money
Never switch up, fuck that money
Nigga hustle, get that money
industry hoes, I fuck about 20
Motherfucker right I hustle (hustle)
Motherfucker right we gonna win (win)
And my nigga got that drop (drop) motherfucker right I'm in (in)
Slick talk, pimp talk, binge truck, leather seat
Tensed up, Fists up, hit the club, hundred deep (deep)
Motherfucker right I'll die for mine (for mine)
Started from the ground and I hold mine (hold mine)
Tell a fly bitch nigga hold on (hold on)
Ride on the track like a four line (four line)
Hold on (hold on) roll one (roll one)
Slow money better than no money
Slow grind (slow grind), Grow mine (grow mine)
Count on us when its show time (show time)
Boy (boy) mane (mane), you know I move that thing,
Just copped a whole (whole), thing (thing)
Hit the block and move that cane
Chorus:
You know that boy (boy), flame (flame)
Know I do my thing, I move that co (co), cane (cane)
Damn I move that thing, I get that dough (dough), dough (dough)
Seven for the O
Shorty looking right, I'm tryna fuck tonight
You know I move the white (snow)
Boy (flying)
Know I do my thing, I move that co cane
Damn I move that thing I got that dro
Im high, fucked up, on another level
Im high, fucked up, on another level
Fuck you beginners, brick squad monopoly
We the new supreme team
You can call me Kenneth
I aint worried about no hater
I aint worried about no bitch
I aint worried about no cops
All a nigga know is getting it
Staying on the block
Put it all in, pain is soul
I lock and load my city enter me, I just let it go
Fuck a bitch and fuck a hater
Light a blunt, pour a cup out for a fucking hater
Ride these rims, shorty fuck these bitches
I'm from Grove Street, all I know is district
Chorus:
You know that boy (boy), flame (flame)
Know I do my thing, I move that co (co), cane (cane)
Damn I move that thing, I got that dro (dro), drank (drank)
Know I do my thing, I move that co (co), cane (cane)
Damn I move that thing, I get that dough (dough), dough (dough)
Seven for the O
Shorty looking right, I'm tryna fuck tonight
You know I move the white (snow)
Boy (flame)
Know I do my thing, I move that co cane
Damn I move that thing I got that dro
Ayo nigga, ayo Fraud
These niggas always gon' be financially frustrated
Till you start making music like this nigga
You niggas ain't got no money, nigga
Cause you niggas always got time
Nigga I got money nigga
I ain't got time for you niggas
Holla!
That shit is all game
You ain't gotta lie to me, I don't trust no ho
Man you niggas is lame
Why you tryna fuck with me
What you niggas homo?
I wake up with your mom
She on E, is your bro
I got what you need
Man you niggas is plain
You ain't gotta lie to me, they don't want you no mo
You niggas piercin' yo nipples on the angel dust
They say if money ain't change you, you ain't make enough
Born a hustle, rap game new thing to me
You niggas ain't even a quarter what you claim to be
On my way to the money I don't hear a whisper
You niggas flies on me, I ain't got the time homie
You drive expeditions, you need recognition
You want the whole world to stop and hear you rap and listen
You want to be 50, you want to be Hov
You try come up overnight but you niggas broke
White V's, white T, white bitch slurpin'
Them Coke Boys niggas working
Look, when you lookin' at the city from the top, that shit is beautiful
It feels good this message is so musical
Never hood-bound, I get around like a hula-hoop
Top down, riding 'round, that's the usual
These lil niggas all in my space
I would put my hands on 'em but that ain't my taste
This motivation is money, my days wasn't sunny
Niggas still movin' deep, charge 50 for the bunny
This cocaine all in my city, might catch 'em ridin' 'round with a bad ass bitty
To get flyer you gon' need more than a set of wings
More fucking problems, that's where the shit is lame
I don't what it is or why niggas do the things they do
Like we ain't been settin' fire to booths, my whole team is the truth
I advise you to get in a loop
Get outta line or trust these Coke Boys to do what they do
Who woulda knew that we'd be the savior of the city, if not
The whole new Jeanie then the Bronx gotta feel me
Firin' till they kill me, it's hard to put 'em out
Extinguisher is the works of alarms ringing out
Water done dried up, but I got juice if you need it
That ass wipe nuts so wanna woof, believe me nigga
I'm who they believe in, nigga
(I'm so) Montana (I'm so)
Cocaine (I'm so) uh
We bid in the game, once again
I'm so special, Oooh
You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time
Montana (Montana) Oooh
You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time
Oooh
Big 4-4, no safety
You'll collapse like JoJo, K-Ci
And my ice like lights from AC
Homie I'm hot like a drop, no AC
They wanna freestyle, I'm tryna stay free
And my crew, all blue like Grape Street
From 8 blocks, I take shots, HD
I'll blast, you'll dash like Stacey
But look ock, I can't stop, I'm waist-deep
Fuck crossin' over, I'm a stay street
Nigga I'm good, I been what the hood made me
I got guns, 7 inches to 8 feet
You ain't Pac, you ain't Fif', you ain't Jay-Z
You ain't Yay', you ain't French, you ain't wavy
For my coke boys, shoot a nigga face off
In the bookings, can make me take my lace off
And my belt, and the voucher for my cake, boss
You know I'm on top of beef like steak sauce
A1, since day one, I caked off
Still slang that 'caine and that haze dog
It's a new religion, my jeans, True Religion
Homie scramble with notes, I'm New Edition
Got that hefty garbage bread
I'm in the backseat gettin' that Harvard head
Aiyy, swaggalicious, with' a bag of bitches
This food for thought, and they got the dishes
They gon' clean the pots, the coke residue
This that crack cocaine for you to listen to
We bid in the game, once again
I'm so special, Oooh
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
I got money on money on money boy
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
Wavy of that drink, try and push it Montana
Came up in the game watch me get this change
Wavy of that drink, try and push it Montana, push it Montana, push it Montana
Wavy of that drink, try and push it Montana
Came up in the game watch me get this change
Shawty give me head like a pornstar
Cause that safe and that bag like a smart car
Black hooded, from the streets
Send her home bare footed, you massage her feet
I got money on money on money boy
Sex fit, Louie cane, ray bans Louie [?]
Sky high bitches love, plane tickets, Louie luggage
Me and [?] the west side [?]
300 on g star, we up
That coke boy break squad slide with you bitch boy
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
I got money on money on money boy
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
Blunt after blunt, shot after shot,
If you talking money nigga I got a lot
Bitches do what I say, nigga I got [?]
Got a [?] ocean, I got a yacht
I said I'm I'll like will, mad on chill
I swear she suck my dick better rolling off a pill
So many bathrooms [?]
Niggas throwing words, I'm throwing 20 dollar bills
50 dollar bills, fuck it, 100 dollar bill fuck it
Bitch I'm balling, do what I feel and how I want them
When I want them
Buy a louie luggage and send our ass a plane
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
I got money on money on money boy
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage,
Plane tickets, Louie luggage, plane tickets Louie luggage [x2]
[Corte Ellis:]
It's a shame it had to come to this
I thought we was better than that
Guess not
I hope he cheats on you with a nasty ass striper
Get the booty free he don't even gotta tip her
Hershey sucker good cause she could hook
His stick up
Been with every nigga that could been paid for the liquor
I may sound bitter I'm a litter bitter
Punch him in the face
If I ever catch you with 'em
I know it was wrong when I was creeping
With ya sista'
She was trynna get you out the picture
[Female singer:]
Baaaby sex so good do you remember Ooo-oh
Baaaby sex so good do you remember Ooo-oh
[Corte Ellis:]
Oooooo-ooooh
Well look how it all turned out now
I hope he cheats on you with a nasty ass striper
Well look how it all turned out now
Hope his spending all your money on a ten dolla hooker'
Look how it all turned out now
[French Montana:]
I hope he takes the house and the car that he bought ya
Look how it all turned out now
I hope his cheating with slore with no condom on
I hope shes picking up the phone everytime you call
I hope he cheats on you with ya sister
I hope his going down on her and you kiss 'em (that's nasty)
I hope his cheating on you with your bestfriend (ah ha)
I hope his cheating with that striper with the one leg (one leg)
I hope he be cheating on nya bed when you go to work (ah ha)
I hope he hide her in the closet when you come from work
I hope he beat her like mike wood
I hope he cheating on you like tiger woods
I hope he cheating with a ball playa Roberta low blow, lisa, lesa...
[Corte Ellis:]
Well look how it all turned out now
I hope he cheats on you with a nasty ass striper
Well look how it all turned out now
Hope his spending all your money on a ten dolla hooker'
Look how it all turned out now
I hope he takes the house and the car that he bought ya
Look how it all turned out now
Cus he don't really love ya'
[French Montana:]
Montana I hope he cheats on you with precios
Man I hope he cheats on you with a male striper
Montana ya boy
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Chorus]
[Mike Shorey:]
We out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper
I figure y'all should already know
The diamonds all in the bezel, y'all tryna get on my level
And y'all got a long way to go
Kuz I'm gettin' money
I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky
I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
[{French Montana}:]
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Yeah)
[Verse 1]
[French Montana:]
These old niggaz in the west, said they gon' get the Tec
And I hope ya rap friends don't fill the wake, peel the weight
M6, get away, know a nigga trippin'
Go and get some Grand Cru, I'm tryna chill and then celebrate
Feel the prayer homie, a tradition thang
Whippin' all them grams galore was the kitchen thang
Homie first of all, it's ya boy Mac
All-black GT Bently with the skulled cracked, fall back
You know a nigga can't call it, I might spoil it if I tell 'em
Stick up boys robbin' niggaz for they jewels, can't sell 'em
We flood the game and let 'em digest
Mindset on the older shit, these other niggaz in a contest
And I salute the dollar, pledge allegiance
Niggaz talkin' all this money, we don't see it
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Chorus]
[Mike Shorey:]
I'm out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper
I'm cakin', y'all should already know
The diamonds all in the bezel, stop tryna get on my level
Man y'all got a long way to go
Kuz I'm gettin' money
I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky
I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
[{French Montana}:]
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
[Dame Grease:]
Caddy all-black, rollin' on a sour blunt
Lot boy bigger, 40 Cal hit ya up
Lenox Ave gang bang, you snitchin', all them, homocide
Will erase ya kiss kiss, ran up on the jeep, see
You ever seen your enemy get his head blown off
On the back steps of his momma's porch
Oh, your daddy smart, time to put in body work
Come through in niggaz lobby, ballin' through the paperwork
Damn I beat it crazy, clap your only laby
Burn 'em with the police, nigga must be crazy
Get a nigga laid back, hit 'em with the tre pack
Leave his momma screamin', lettin' off a ill sound
Niggaz body fall, we took his bankroll
Four in the streets, you watch the drama unfold
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
fuck frenchie nd da whole crew suwwwooooo gang you alreadyy knooo
bloodzz we in dat show. Frenchie so dumb frenchie so weak whea da hell
you at dog did dey put you to sleep you kno wayne and em dey sed ull
Featuring: Travis Porter, French Montana
u wanna see some ass i wanna see some cash keep them dollars comin and thats gone make me dance .. repeat 3 x .. make it rain trick rpeat 6 times.
I can't sell these drugs no more,
Got too many felonies
I can't trust these hoes no more
Bitches like my enemies
They wanna see me burn through the fire
Yeahaaah, Aaahhaaah
He ain't never think it be his last day
Saw him in the body bag zipped up half way
Black glove and the ski mask
Heard he had his baby on his chest made me feel bad
Shit was all good just a week ago
Now we pouring champagne at the funeral
Remember dark skin Jermaine with the ceasar
Heard he caught the body Tryna 'scape with the visa
Shoulda seen the look on his brother when he came through
Yellin' Ima catch him for the first 48 do
Men turn to bitches, scared of what the state do
Put you in a box with the numbers tryna break you
Tone was the hustler, Jermaine was the killer
He let the nigga stack it all up then he killed em
I heard he got dropped from his main bitch
Left the nigga laying stanking there ain't take shit
I heard the nigga died smiling
Like he seen the nigga face right before he shot him
Cold game, then he hit the block like it's no thang
When everybody knew about the whole thang
Shit scary and they ain't even drop a tear
Candles glowing in the air, help his mother get him buried
Heard Jermaine went and got???????
I got kush from California
I got bricks from Arizona
Hundred whips and they be foreign
Bad bitch from Taiwan
I'm blowing stacks
I hit the dealer
I blow it back
And I blow a mil
We popping bottles
Them bitches swallow
That coupe a mil
Them digits bottle
I just got a whole brick from Papi
About to hit the stove, get it popping
None of my niggas moving sloppy
I said, meet me on the ave, nigga, copy?
Bitch, mind your business
Them foreign cars, we in 'em
That blood money, we spend it
It got my partner a life sentence
Got me smoking on that OG
That granddaddy my granddaddy
That purp and yellow like Kobe
All the drug dealers, they know me
I be rolling up with Snoop Dogg
On that drank with Kendrick
Ripping off my roof, dog
Juicy J, they trippin'
Whip it hard, 'til my wrist hurt
Got a hundred large on my wrist work
Them niggas crying all day
We popping bottles all day
You see them leave all day
Them bitches slide all day
We counting money all day
I'm talking mils all day
We popping bottles all day
That shit for real all day
And I got white gold, got yellow gold
Got red gold on my neck
Now I got white hoes, got redbone
Got yellowbone on my dick
Now that paper rain ten k
And I ain't talking about ten karats
I been counting money 'bout ten days
My wrist and chains and houses
I done stuffed up that shoebox
I can't find my sneakers
Money six-five, my bitch high
And am I a weekend
Man, them niggas choked, that wind broke
And they beyond that hope
Hundred G's of that OG
I made a promise keep my glass full of champagne
Pocket full of money, get a bad bitch and tell the rest
Call them up
Made A Promise Keep My neck full of diamonds
If you ain't talking money, tell them nigga, fuck them all
Nigga hot, hot, hot, hot
I put blood sweat and tears [?] promise
Either way, Eat a Rap nigga for dinner Jeffrey Domis
All them niggas sound like me I'm being honest
1 on 1 with me it's like swimming with piranhas
Shit, let me tell you about these niggas
They talk behind your back but laugh in your face
They so Snake fuck them all, 365 grind winter summer fall
I made a promise to my friends and family
I'm a take care them all, ball till I fall
Lord look over me, will I make a million for you bury Me
Cause they ain't who they used to be
I made a promise keep my glass full of champagne
Pocket full of money, get a bad bitch and tell the rest
Call them up
Made A Promise Keep neck full of diamonds
If you ain't talking money, tell them nigga, fuck them all
Nigga hot, hot, hot, hot [x2]
I made a promise to my partner Who Caught 7/5
I made a promise to that married bitch to let me slide
I made a promise to the connect bring that money back
I made a promise keep my mouth closed, never rat
I made a promise to my pockets, never keep them empty
I made a promise hit the top and bring my niggas with me
I made a promise I'm a bring her home
Cause it ain't where you from is where you at
I made a promise never slept, made a promise to the streets
[?] jewelry 3d
I made a promise never let you fuck a niggas way
Eyes on the prize, wrist cut up, suicide
I made a promise keep my glass full of champagne
Pocket full of money, get a bad bitch and tell the rest
Call them up
Made A Promise Keep neck full of diamonds
If you ain't talking money, tell them nigga, fuck them all
[Hook:]
I'm Drinking round after round
Make it rain in the club don't drown
Baby what you trying to drink, white or brown?
Tonight I'm tryin to see you in a night gown
So what it do girl
I'm drinking round after round
Make it rain in the club don't drown
Baby what you trying to drink, white or brown?
Tonight I'm tryin to see you in the night gown
So what it do girl
I'm too turned up goodness gracious
Bitches in every state
I call it placements
Louies with no laces
I love it when my girlfriend speak a different language
All kinds of fucking faces
Got a nigga balling
In the club goin hard bottle poppin
Nigga catch the wave I'm in [?] leanin to the right
Thirty niggas behind me got em feeling alright
25 years old fuck a fight
Never gave a bitch money just good pipe
I'll be going at the hood but he not my blood type
Drinking Remy White
[Hook]
I'm talking bout the money and the cars that you drive and all the diamonds on ya neck
And all the bitches you be slidin'
Where it's at, where it's at, where it's at,
Where it's at, where it's at, where it's at,
I'm talk round after round, bottle after bottle
Pound after pound, model after model
Hunnit niggas deep in the club plus I'm on one
All the bases loaded bitch Home Run fuck you, pay me Simple
Me and Flockaveli get them choppas out the window
Three days 8C I'm talking 30K
Canaries on the AP 30k
Purple in the air henny straight
[Hook:]
I'm Drinking round after round
Make it rain in the club don't drown
Baby what you trying to drink, white or brown?
Tonight I'm tryin to see you in a night gown
So what it do girl
I'm drinking round after round
Make it rain in the club don't drown
Baby what you trying to drink, white or brown?
Tonight I'm tryin to see you in the night gown
So what it do girl
I'm too turned up goodness gracious
Bitches in every state
I call it placements
Louies with no laces
I love it when my girlfriend speak a different language
All kinds of fucking faces
Got a nigga balling
In the club goin hard bottle poppin
Nigga catch the wave I'm in [?] leanin to the right
Thirty niggas behind me got em feeling alright
25 years old fuck a fight
Never gave a bitch money just good pipe
I'll be going at the hood but he not my blood type
Drinking Remy White
[Hook]
I'm talking bout the money and the cars that you drive and all the diamonds on ya neck
And all the bitches you be slidin'
Where it's at, where it's at, where it's at,
Where it's at, where it's at, where it's at,
I'm talk round after round, bottle after bottle
Pound after pound, model after model
Hunnit niggas deep in the club plus I'm on one
All the bases loaded bitch Home Run fuck you, pay me Simple
Me and Flockaveli get them choppas out the window
Three days 8C I'm talking 30K
Canaries on the AP 30k
Purple in the air henny straight
(Hook x2)
Bitches and cars, in there came the fuzz
Hopin out my Lac girl, mama pop some large
And my money last, hunned in the cash
Some give the bomb draws, Throw it in the bag
And my money last, hunned in the cash
Some give the bomb draws, Throw it in the bag
Bitches and cars, in there came the fuzz
Love to do it, yea, come on let's pop some cash
(Verse)
Whip, whip, whippin out the lead
Whip, whip, whippin out the wheel
Bitch I've been a problem
Bitch I've been the pilot
Talk of my girl, fight it
Medusa on my body
Garage like a dealer, '02 Reggie Miller
They climbin the squash but we come in the killer
She bust it wide open then she pop the pill
And make that root disappear, David Copperfield
Sippin on that lean, I be sippin on that ‘Roc
I be stuntin on them ends
I came straight off that black
And I pull up in that muzine
All real like I'm new damn
All my jewelry bluey, fuck boy it's a new day
(Hook)
Bitches and cars, in there came the fuzz
Hopin out my Lac girl, mama pop some large
And my money last, hunned in the cash
Some give the bomb draws, Throw it in the bag
And my money last, hunned in the cash
Some give the bomb draws, Throw it in the bag
Bitches and cars, in there came the fuzz
Love to do it, yea, come on let's pop some cash
(Verse)
That game, I rap don't play
Came up, I roll like Jada
Hunned deep how we came in
Doing sounds like we masons
Hold his head, ain't no haven
Coke boy, yes I'm they favorite
Snatch the ground from under your feet, I'm removing the pavement
Headshot, that Rari bring the same crib, Saddam Hussein
The blood diamonds all in my bracelet, fuck you and them hoes you came with
Snatch a fish out the water,
Came the cam of recorder
Yellow rope for my haters
Purple drink, we the Lakers
Know we keep it tweezy on the scale there
Smoke weed nigga like some bad shit, I could tell fair
Freshest one since Bel Air, look what I smell here
Pussy on these niggas,
Enough with that snow, bitch she just left here
(Hook)
Bitches and cars, in there came the fuzz
Hopin out my Lac girl, mama pop some large
And my money last, hunned in the cash
Some give the bomb draws, Throw it in the bag
And my money last, hunned in the cash
Some give the bomb draws, Throw it in the bag
Bitches and cars, in there came the fuzz
Love to do it, yea, come on let's pop some cash
(Verse)
Gotta keep it 100
Cal D, spend 100
Really all them hoes, told er give me head with her hammy
Money all I hear, bitch all in my ear
Can't you see I'm high? California
10 on them hoes, kidnap yo bitch and put blacks in her dough
Black man marauder nigga
But you playin them hoes, pipe plane to that rover
Cocaine, Kurt Cobain, Shawty playin with her nose
That facts life I chose, fast cars we drove
Bad hoes that bad froze
Papers down and go
Tip toeing that money, I stack 6 floors of them hunneds
I got 6 stores of that money
Hah, coke boys – we run it
Montana!
(Hook)
Bitches and cars, in there came the fuzz
Hopin out my Lac girl, mama pop some large
And my money last, hunned in the cash
Some give the bomb draws, Throw it in the bag
And my money last, hunned in the cash
Some give the bomb draws, Throw it in the bag
Bitches and cars, in there came the fuzz
Love to do it, yea, come on let's pop some cash
(Bridge)
Tell them hoes I holler, stack I got em
Fuck you, pay me – that's my motto
Tell them hoes I holler, stack I got em
Fuck you, pay me – that's my motto
(Hook)
Bitches and cars, in there came the fuzz
Hopin out my Lac girl, mama pop some large
And my money last, hunned in the cash
Some give the bomb draws, Throw it in the bag
And my money last, hunned in the cash
Some give the bomb draws, Throw it in the bag
Bitches and cars, in there came the fuzz
[Hook:]
Gettin money on my own pace
Tell me what you know about it
Gettin head in the freeway
Tell me what you know about it
Gettin money in a bag
Phone taps from the feds
Break'em down
Stack the bread
Tell me what you know
Hey now
Tell me what you know about it
[Verse 1:]
Red, Yellow, Blue diamonds
What ya know about it
My cross light cause frostbite
What ya know about it
Hundred thou' nigga
What ya know about it
And I ain't talkin bout a check
What ya know about it
Respect on the street
What ya know about it
Before you rapped on a beat
What ya know about it
You fuck niggas queer
And I know about it
The streets see it clear
And they know about it
Fuck rap I sell oz's
What ya know about it
I sell product for my soul
What ya know about it
GT Sport
What ya know about it
Engine Start when I talk
What ya know about it
[Hook:]
Gettin money on my own pace
Tell me what you know about it
Gettin head in the freeway
Tell me what you know about it
Puttin money in a bag
Phone taps from the feds
Break'em down
Stack the bread
Tell me what you know
Hey now
Tell me what you know about it
[Verse 2:]
Mixtapes/Videos
What ya know about it
I ain't need the radio
What ya know about it
Back against the wall
What ya know about it
And I came back with more
What ya know about it
Keep this work
What ya know about it
Nigga we everywhere
You just heard about it
Get knocked
Don't say a word about it
Seen the realest niggas fold
What ya know about it
Bitches lined up at the shows
What ya know about it
Head blow ya out ya clothes
What ya know about it
I took over the streets
What ya know about it
I grind No sleep
What ya know about it
[Hook:]
Gettin money on my own pace
Tell me what you know about it
Gettin head in the freeway
Tell me what you know about it
Gettin money in a bag
Phone taps from the feds
Break'em down
Stack the bread
Tell me what you know
Hey now
We recording dollar? Good
We recording dollar? Good
Aye dawg, I'm bout to beat my babe moms up
Ya heard? That bitch about to get beat down
Early
Ya heard?
The fuck she did?
That bitch is listening to that coke boy, I'm hanging with that
That's shit ya heard?
That bitch bout to get beat the fuck down
Ya heard?
Okay I want you players to collection plate around
Okay I want you players to collection plate around
I want you players to collection plate around
And I want all you members
To put all of your weed on the collection plate
And pass it on up to the pastor
And I'm gonna use it for a very worthy cause
I'm going to distribute among all the hypes
And we gon all stay high
Can I get a amen for the weed?
Damn right
Now I want, I want em smoke the weed
What they talkin bout?
What they talkin bout?
Chop I swag it
I'm a coke boy yea
Swerve it
Aye aye aye aye
So what they talkin bout?
So what they talkin bout?
So what they talkin bout?
House cellars, diamond ceiling
We talk a hundred bags, you still gon smell it
Got some hoes with us, they go getters
Tat a coke boy on they head and ball with us
More fellas, I wear 4 letters
Stretching out the work, it was all Venice
Your boy stylin, your brother smiling
Red Ferrari, gotta call about it
Got a bad batch, too much puff around it
My bitch ass fat, you gotta walk around it
Made niggas, 80 figures
Call fresh up out of luck, pay stiggers
Mo fetish, niggas ball jealous
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don't sweat it
I'll get it, I'll just go and get it
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don't sweat it
I don't sweat it, so what they talkin bout?
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don't sweat it
I don't sweat it, so what they talkin bout?
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don't sweat it
I'm talkin snow mountain when my time off
I'll tell your main bitch get a climb on
I pull wingers, give me 4 minutes
In a stove top whip a full business
Wave flipper, pay strippers
Jack dealer, every sipper
My dough brother, co-pilot
Deep down fresher than 4 stylin
Niggas hatin from the side watchin
Got 40 grand in my side pocket
Just go and get it, your bitch ball hit it
Heard you hatin on a youngin but I don't sweat it
Mo fetish, niggas ball jealous
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don't sweat it
I don't get it, I'll just go and get it
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don't sweat it
I don't sweat it, so what they talkin bout?
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don't sweat it
I don't sweat it, so what they talkin bout?
(feat. Max B and Gorilla Zoe)
[French Montana:]
Ay yo man
I walk in the dealership, so they have the nerve to ask me
"What my credit like? "
I'm like "Bitch, how you want, straight cash"
I mean you know I love moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
I'm talkin' 'bout straight cash
[Verse 1: Gorilla Zoe]
I get straight cash, I mean, break fast
Highway hustler, bricks behind the break glass
I'm on that Dame Dash, I'm on that Roc-A-Fella
We add that baking soda, that's how we rock it fella
I'm talkin' tan and yella, this be that gray and white
I'm talkin' straight cash, cool meal overnight
My whips, bought 'em straight cash
My bitch want the straight cash
My crib got me straight cash
Got work, I need a weight class
Never ever see me broke no mo'
If I ain't in that two-seater than I'm in that photo
Me, it's S550, tell ya bitch to photo
Man my money Yao Ming shawty, yours ToTo
I need straight cash
[Hook: French Montana]
I mean you know I love moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout straight cash
Take money (money) Take money
Take money (money) Yeah that straight cash
Take money (money) Take money (money)
Yeah, ya know I'm talkin' 'bout that straight cash
[Verse 2: French Montana]
All my block huggers know I'm 'bout that straight cash
Round paper, all cake, straight cash
I'm The Laundry Man, straight cash
Washed up, stacked up, straight cash
I bought a house to put bricks, straight cash
Next to a brick house fulla straight cash
100 grand in the couch, straight cash
(Smack a ho in the mouth), straight cash
Took my momma out the hood, straight cash
There's no engine in the hood, just straight cash
You get killed in the hood, straight cash
(Smokin' happens in the hood), straight cash
Man it's good how I feel, straight cash
You might be worth a mill, (but it ain't cash)
Put money on ya grill, straight cash
Buy you out your deal, straight cash
Clap
[Hook: French Montana]
I mean you know I love moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout straight cash
Take money (money) Take money
Take money (money) Yeah that straight cash
Take money (money) Take money (money)
Yeah, ya know I'm talkin' 'bout that straight cash
[Verse 3: Max B]
I just hit a store for a 100 large
I don't need to drive 5, I don't need 100 cars
I need 150 thou, square feet
Army fatigues, scopin' out for dead meat
I make you walk the plank bare feet
And he is not to walk around in these streets
And he is not to talk around on these beats
Still, he ain't even like that, he ain't even write that
Letters from the pen see, he ain't even write back
What's ya preference, ya whole style's referenced
Nigga, my whole style's some next shit
The gauge spit, ooh I see what you had for breakfast
Green eggs, sausage, nigga we the Gain Greene bosses
Cut 'em down, put 'em in a coffin
Flossin'?, nigga stay high like he MJ
Suites in the Tribec, y'all know where my mens stay
Owww, (Clap)
[Hook: French Montana]
I mean you know I love moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout straight cash
Take money (money) Take money
Take money (money) Yeah that straight cash
Take money (money) Take money (money)
100 rounds in the key
I got your bitch on the way
I got the album on the way
You better tell them niggas lay low
Dom Periogn P Boss
My life like a seesaw
Up downs goodness to foulness and we are
The most infamous on the planet earth because
The balance that we does
When niggas push we shove
The thick magazines and the big black things
Catch them in the spot give their eyes black rings
It's that Mobb Deep Montana Montega
Cociena that cheeba smoke rap pass the reefa
Tattoos exotic cars and girls with deep throats
Pretty lips and eyes yeah yeah we keep those
Fuck good eat good getting that good money
My life is fuckin awesome they trying to take it from me
Black tee black v black on
Power naps power moves I'm back on it
Yellow lean yellow watch yellow bent
Milla drop milli cop millitent
Pilli blocks Philly bitch from Philippines
She feel the watch feel them shots I fill a beam
In the streets you live a short stop
Either you sling crack rocks or you sell the whole top
Fold back
Mike Jack Mike Tyson Mike Jordan
I been there you been square I been gone
I shoot straight choosed weight I shoot to kill
Painting these lyrics from a hammock, with an ounce of kush a pack of bamboos
And an ice cream sandwich I'm that dude
Game given to you from an OG point of view
Usually ill sell it but I got enough to share with you
Baby if you cook and roll that weed i'll be so happy with you
Fuck you so good you'll know im cheating it won't matter to you
You know how daddy do you spitta make them jet maneuvers
Hop of the club dont park valet won't get a chance to move it
Im out before I hear the music thats how quick them hoes be choosing
I dont call it, pussy be crawling to me
Homeboy I dont know who did what, cause I was in the cut
Rolling tropical.sitting low as possible
Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
(Sample: Without any sun lotus blossom don't cry)
Shorty pussy be the meanest, I be balling all arenas
Homie high somewhere in venus, I mean this
When I tell you that I want it, I dont need it
They be nullin' the procedures, Shorty yelling from the bleachers
Got me reachin' like a 2 guard, too hard. Ski Mask or a suit on
5 chains canaries help me cool off, tuned off
Camaro like Larry Flynt, Block-star, Rockstar
Montana Aerosmith, 40 spit
Homie nigga's dying I'll be flyin' out
Fed's on my nigga's tail he hidin' out
Montana slidin' out
Baby don't be fuckin' with my high
Suck a nigga dry
I'll be low as possible, tryna clear my mind
Montana Bitch!
What a dope
Ak 47 mack 11 is the glass of artist
Turn your mother f*cker block into a roll
Waka Flocka partner, big flex in another
Serving s**t upside down when i come to refresh my .
n***a stole on the . i'ma . on my ...
Evidence
All over the scene .
I got a girl dream who makes a few wingz
Hook:
I made a few flicks the money grew wingz
.took the chips I'm talk a few ringz
Talk about few bottles, talk about few chains, talk about few cars
I need a few things and h**l yeah i'm getting high is the high way
Bout a half a mill car and drive way
My name is shame is my favorite .money claim .
Five stacks to my favorite dancer
Stumber a*s up looking like .
Money roll on the big .
Got your b***h going down like my time line
.50 rony 55 ... big clear with the . chips need a few ring
Call 500 horses grow wings
.ballin like the Netherland .drum sound like the metal band
Call . you too f*ck with the . in the new school
I made a few flips the money new rings
.two chips i'm talk a few .
[Hook:]
Homie this the life half a million dollar car
At the red life she says she like the way that she .
When i talk message get a gold chill...
Baby I'm addicted where the .dance how I'm livin
Wake up in the morning two b*****s, two switches wish i had to dance up
Drink more more more more liquier tonight's a movie motion picture
If i thought this bands would you lick up
Everything on me baby pick a ...
[Hook:]
Train daily man on the roof i got to .my barbs
And you can flick that b***h she's an angry birds
Hundred carrots on my arms .with that bomb
Whip game big chain, super charge
You know them cold boys goes stupid hard
I'm super stupid . i f*ck with stupid groupie
Big money on his hand baby lose his .
n***a swerving in that ride watch your step n***a get you murder on that side
Them . French with me ride with me . with me
And rap slow i'm .show my .
These old niggas dead, bring the forks out
Montana Josh Smith with the Hawks Out
Swiss cheese on him
I'll Japan flag your head
Red beams on em, white sheets on him
It's hell on earth
God gon' help you nigga help yourself first
Fuck Forbes only thing working for us
Cut the middle man out and deal straight with the source
I've been gone for a second street miss a nigga
Broke with a swag or corny rich nigga
Need a fix nigga, got that white girl nigga A1
New whip, White bitch credit A1
This be the lock out take one
I just met a new connect
Ain't no stopping me, I'm the prodigy
And if you try to stop me, disrespect me
Then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
I met this girl in New York, say she from Lefrak
Pussy nigga calling say he want his shit back
My reply back you know how it goes
Shawty kick a door, I've got robbed before
Then I bounce back cooking lyrical crack
All you niggas ass cheek you run with a sheep pack
Never been the one to talk I white sheet that
Turn my back pulled down my B hat, blaat
This can't be life
I used to be a backseat driver
Now I'm riding in the Maybach
Couple of old friends trying to discredit me
I put on for this G-Shit honor me
I just met a new connect
Ain't no stopping me, I'm the prodigy
And if you try to stop me, disrespect me
Then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
Heart of a lion
Body of a Boxer
Mind of a criminal who just got out the box
Quality sixteen, dopamine flow
Bottle pop rap pills and moscato
So many songs I got thousands kid
Yeah your hard drive gonna need a thousand gigs
Feet up, VIP, lounging
Bitch way I deal, not real he's counterfeit
Get you a infamous empire state boy
The real thing are we, no joke, I'm no toy
The most inglorious, notorious bastard
[Max B:]
(And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield)
Fench Montana Coke Wave
Let's sing to the people, yeah
[Chorus]
[Max B:]
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
[Verse 1]
[Max B:]
It's the Surfer Don, the Tre pound squirt and jerk the arm
And I don't care what shirt ya on
I could give a fuck what you did in '95 when you was biddin' in the can
When coke was 26 a gram
Now it's 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop
I keep the gear and pump cocked
Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy ya appetite
Heard ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights
Earned 'em, cuz I put ya whole team down with one clip
You sunk my fuckin' battleship, gravel pit
Left arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare
He's havin' a fabulous year
Only dropped one compilation in '07, I played in the bing
He had no faith in his team
Couldn't get him fresh even if ya went to Neim & Mar
Keep the heater palmed, these niggaz be needin' a bar
Owww
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
[French Montana:]
You lame niggaz flop, keep playin' with the gwop
Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato gettin' popped
You be rollin', strollin', ride with them shottas
Watch us, bitch nigga no one can stop us
You was pumping gas, they was on ya ass
Tried to run but the whip crashed
Tough guys get duct-taped and butt-raped
And then wine like crushed grape
Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em gone
You'll get the mail wit' ya head on the camera phone
Fuck nigga, kiss my rass, bitch boy
I switch toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy
Two toys, stash box, raasclaat
All white 6-5-0 with the ragtop
take your pants off
welp, we just wanna see you naked
blah blah blah, with all your bullshit
xxx crossing out the hit list
hunter moore on speed dial
you'll be famous for awhile
bamf mode has been activated
why did our love grown complicated
cheated on me and broke my heart
gonna show the world your private parts
a bright idea popped in my head
figured out a way to get even instead
found a website called i-a-u
and guess what honey!
i'm gonna post your n00dz
revenge is best served cold and sweet
so face the music and accept defeat
payback when i click submit
game over on all these tricks
you better think fuckin' twice
or i'll ruin your life
is anyone up? is anyone down?
to get revenge on this fuckin' town
is anyone up? is anyone down?
we'll upload your shit
and we'll take you down
you always said you would die to be famous
but you never thought it would be because of your anus
you fucked up when you fucked around
another e slut making mom and dad proud
photoshoppin' my revenge
god knows where that ass has been
every guy who's texted you had a little piece or two
that shit's no longer my concern
mess with me and feel the burn
n b to the h n c!!!
write it on your ass and send it to me!
straight to the gutter from where you came
that sloppy slut pussy got you fame
call it that but you got it all wrong
your face is famous for suckin' my dong
see you crying. what's the problem?
post your n00dz. girl i straight robbed 'em
your facebook
screen cap
reaction pic
fap! fap! fap!
is anyone up? is anyone down?
to get revenge on this fuckin' town.
is anyone up? is anyone down?
we'll upload your shit and we'll take you down.
you always said you would die to be famous
but you never thought it would be because of you anus
you fucked up when you fucked around
now another e slut making mom and dad proud
your mama is gonna love what you've become
diamond plated princess, with a mouth full of cum
wrapped in a head lace and a head full of dumb
this is the start not a war, bitch, i already won
hey motherfucker tell me whose laughing now?
all these bitch boy motherfuckin' faggots with their asses out
don't try to justify, this isn't revenge
this is what you had coming to you in the end
you said you always wanted to be famous
and now you're the entertainment (x4)
don't blame me or say i ruined your life
an invasion of privacy, yeah fucking right
so keep sucking dick and telling your lies
but if you send n00dz, better think fuckin' twice
you better think fuckin' twice!!!
i know this bitch named candy, caught her creepin in my pocket. I told her don't be stealin, baby what ypu need i got it. you know that i'd be lying if i tell you how to shake em. i took a bitch from nothing, turned her to a money maker. she fuckin with a nugget now she fuckin with a laker. i took her from the nuggets, snatched her to that kobe sticker. .......................................its money in them couches, a couple thousand get ya weight up........................lifes a bitch until we break up.
me and you(yeah)
your momma and your cousin too(yeah)
rollin down the strip on 4(5ths)
pullin up slammin cadillac doors yeah
Its that real shit nigga aint no beutty supplies/
hey he just skeeted on my eye
i skeeted on'em
i skeeted on'em
i skeeted on'em
put your baby whipes in the air if you skeeted on'em
i skeeted on'em
i skeeted on'em
i skeeted on'em
put your baby whipes in the air if you skeeted on'em
all these niggas is my sons/
im bout to go & find my dub a 2's for'em/
bouta cop some sour and boo's for'em/
im bouta cop some COOPS get some shoes for'em/
its only right we jumped on the remix/
smoking on arab and i aint tlkn phenix/
the best bitches must be/
disgust me/
mad lame in this chain rusty/
and i dnt spend no chips on'em/
i might do the R-KELLY piss on'em/
let me shake it off/
heres the baby whipes once i break you off/
(you dint even tell me, i wasnt ready, its all over my hair and my skin, i hate you)
i skeeted on'em
i skeeted on'em
i skeeted on'em
put your baby whipes in the air if you skeeted on'em
i can make you speak french
he wnet down town havent seen the nigga ever since
French Montana:
Huhhh (huh)
Uh (uh)
Verse 1
French montana:
100 grand, rubber band
A nigga low, a wanted man
Sure you're right, I know ya high
Talkin' crazy, run for your life
They can't believe, nuttin' new hot as me
Money can't buy the streets
I been paid, my men spray
100 rounds, sound like merengue
Or the Nolia Clap, it's only rap
That's what they thought, now it's 40 on ya hat
What's the matter huh
I'm the new breath of fresh air, like a asthma pump
Representing
My militant squad that snatch you out ya car that you're renting
Told 'Kon put ya leg up
Five stacks on the floor, watch homie fuckin' dig up
Hook
Max B:
If you hit me I'ma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'ma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow
Verse 2
Max B:
Lightin' niggaz up with the heater bro, my seat is low
They fold up like that Peter Rowe
Get 'em in the mood off the versatile, squirt it loud, baby let me beat
Kuz I can make it worth ya while
I can do it easy, sleazy, niggaz speak and revokin' my bail
They be scared to smoke it in jail, well
I was weekly, creeply, sticks, smoked 'em at a fast pace
Kuz mami this ya last take
Came in, only dropped the the glee way, had 'em play DJs
Heat spray, we spray the enemies, Frienemies? (Naw)
Big'll wiggle like the centipede, yeah
I be in and out, I can clear the tenants out
I can clear ya minutes out with one conversation, waitin'
Stakin' in the hallway, pacin'
Niggaz they be hatin', makin' shit that don't matter to the game
Kuz most of you niggaz is lames
Hook
Max B:
If you hit me I'ma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'ma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow
Verse 3
French Montana:
Shorty from the Lou', she take it in the cunt
And niggaz talkin' crazy, I'm shakin' in my boots
A couple thou, I'm Mr. Childs
Street nigga, like Kevin Chiles
You got a V6, I got a 6 V's
My young boys turn ya brains to swiss cheese
A proper team, I mean badabing
With a model bitch in the back gargling
I'm so high, open cooch baby
I told Grease, let me loose baby
Coupe 280, flyin' through 80
R.I.P. to my dude Adee
My transition is phenomenal
Still hop out, cop tapes and Amadu
My lil' brother bail, 'bout a half a mill
French Montana, everything signed and sealed
Hook
Max B:
If you hit me I'ma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'ma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow
(French)
Got 'em hangin off the rope,
Live from the coke,
Mr. Montana here it's the year for your folks,
You say how could you predict it,
When poverty restrict it,
And old niggas clogging up the arteries,
All I needs,
Three bad bitches on my lap,
Make it clap,
Here baby take a stack,
Get your hair done,
Don't worry where it came from,
My head numb,
Weed smoke,
Weed toke,
I'll tella we ride,
Wit the felonies homie,
Get caught with it then without it,
Drami got me riding with suicide doors thoughts,
Tryin to make it outta court,
Got me beggin', for my life,
Pissin' all kinda shit,
Paranoid tryna tell my lawyer go all out for me,
Ride wit me,
Do the backroll wit my windows up,
Homie and my hat low,
Man it is what you make it,
Backblock dice game rolled on,
Wit the hoody on and the ice chain Montana,
(Mike Shorey)
It don't stop we on a mission,
Young niggas been getting money I listened,
How ya niggas think I got this position,
Speaking all facts and fiction?
Don't you know Don't you know,
We got dough,
And we get low we get low,
On that dro,
You already kno already kno,
We got hoes,
Reak on the low on the low,
We get dough,
[Max B:]
We gon' throw it out just to fuck up they single {snickers}
Coke Wave version
Owwwww
We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww
We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww
We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww
Ow baby
I got these Byrdgang bitches, they can't stand me
Jimmy mad that Chrissy touched it in Miami
All my flows top of the line, I need a Grammy
After my shows, all the hoes throw me they panties
Keep a semi-auto, it be coming in handy
Hol' on, hol' on
Lemme switch and get on Biggavell's shit
Hit the switch, niggaz try to kill me
While I was dosin' off and falling asleep
See this nigga he crawling on his knees
We ordered the V's, and boycotted Ballin' on the T's
Now he be tryna get the loot, but don't nobody listen to his shit
Bigga, he got a bigger dick
Yessur, ridin' like an expert, can't nobody fuck with' him
It's funny, hear his new miss is in love with' him
Homo, sit it on your promo
Oh no, nigga here come the po-po
"Hit it slow-mo" is what she telling me, "lemme feel every inch"
Baby was very tense
"Bigga, all we need is a 5th of Cru, get us in the mood"
He comin', better tell his niggaz to move
[French Montana:]
We pop champagne like Obama won the campaign
Do the damn thang
Lil mama, do your lip gloss thing
Deepthroat, till you start chokang
Sneak-niggaz get put in a coffin
Me and Max like Deniro and Rostine
Flow like water, Poland Spring
Watch them Coke Wave niggaz do the damn thing
Hol', hol' up Pac
Lemme switch to my macaroni with the cheese
Let's rock
French Monatana and Biggavelli
Got a black ski mask and a black skelly
I'll get 'em buried in a cemetary
Just make sure there's money in my commisary
Dem Coke Wave niggaz, they run the city
And stop asking me about the nigga Jimmy
You see them fuck-niggaz lookin' real scary
Running around town tryna black-ball me
Hahaha, how you gon' try to black-ball me
Fuck-nigga, think I don't know 'bout you
Puttin' them cars to Joey I.E.
Asylum and all them niggaz
Tellin' them niggaz don't give us no money
How the niggaz ain't gon' give us no money and you selling 16000
I sell that three days when I drop nigga
Max sell that when he drop first week nigga
How the fuck you try to black-ball us
You can't black-ball us
Go check that new Don Diva
You top seller?
Nigga I'm the top seller in the muthafuckin' country nigga
And I got my London boys, they'll tell you
I'll sell 16000 over there, and this beat was wack
We still bodied it
Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout man
We run the city nigga
You ain't gon' give us them checks, we gon' take 'em
Fuck-ass niggaz
AAAhh let's go
All my niggas that be speedin'... Slow down!
Real niggas do real things for real money
Or you can play the fool for that plate of food
Be a made man homie and take time
For that main time Stay on ya grind
Shook of Jay when he ccokin ye'
Homie life real I could write a book a day
And that's a German Shepard
If he can't smell the work in the back K-9 can't smell it either
I been here 10 years I overstayed the Visa
Now the judge wanna send me back-Picture That
When you think you hit rock bottom think of worse
It'll help you out nigga it's part of the curse
[Chorus:]
Slow Down
They tell me be easy young nigga slow down
I told'em I'm a boss I'm speedin like Ross my mind racin
They tell me slow down nigga slow down nigga
When it's in the dark wait for the light
And they say you outta mind when you outta sight
My finger got powder burns I just murdered a man
Left him layin in the streets it was him or me
For some dumb shit it sound sweet
At night I can't sleep but the nigga deserve it
I'm nervous cause the back of my mind
I'm shakled up back of the line
Wake up in cold sweat I'm back on my grind
When a door close another door open
And there's a lot of truth told in the jokin
Get ya mind right to die young it's an honor
Nigga to live long you die twice
I think I fell in love man, hahaha
Shorty cold blooded...
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
She move them panties to the side
She give me head while I drive
These bitches flyin' in like flies
Maybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly
Rose gold in that Autobon, I'm gettin' money in real time
That big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time
Get punched out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime
I get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man
These niggas hood-hoppers, don't give a bitch no options
I do this shit for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference
I call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin'
I walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party
Aye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'?
You know we playin' with new bands, homeboy...
Started with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right)
Could have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow
Walk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded
Ballin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it (skrrt)
Comma get for that work, gettin head blowin purp
One hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt
Pussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose
And when I'm done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do
And she touching herself, what you gone off a molly?
And she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted-up Holly
Fuck all night no strings attached, say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit
Dick too long and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick
Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm, with the, number, one, stunna
Hands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha)
GT, vodka, all, summer
Yeah, its time to bring them 'raris out
Scratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out
I'mma show em how to get this money
I'm laughin' to the bank, you niggas money funny
I'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit
Throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch
Money blowin' like a fountain, bitch
You and yo home girls drinkin on me tonight
So drink freely
And holla every time you need me
Baby you should enjoy yourself
Bossed up, need no help
They said fly girls have mo fun
Get wasted like we on the run
First we took the party out
Then I took Shawty out
European car, put yo luggage by the idgit
I be Rothstein, you could be my ginger, Montana
Shawty cash out, I don't sell dreams
You got a V12? I got 12 V's
Do girl, what you do, girl?
Got a few more bottles of champagne
For you, girl
So drink freely
And if it's true, girl
Then the pretty ones have more fun
You should enjoy yourself
And holler if you'll need me, yea
You and yo home girls drinkin on me tonight
So drink freely
I need a new girl, I need a few girls
I need a pornstar, I need schoolgirl
You never stress me, we drinkin champagne
We livin stress-free, ain't worried about a damn thing
See you workin hard, go enjoy yourself
Drop top breeze – good for your health
Holler if you need, I kidnap you for the month
I throw them doors up and tell er go and fill the punt
We don't use G5's or water planes
Land on your surf board, hop out with my shirt off, Montana
Gold chains like Notre Dame
Waking up wasted, do the walk of shame, hah
Do girl, what you do, girl?
Got a few more bottles of champagne
For you, girl
So drink freely
And if it's true, girl
Then the pretty ones have more fun
You should enjoy yourself
And holler if you'll need me, yea
You and yo home girls drinkin on me tonight
So drink freely
I could tell when you got dressed tonight, girl
You took your time
I just wanna have a few shots on me
Girl, the pleasure's mine, yea
I ain't tryna grouch you baby
I just wanna play my parts
There's a lot of niggas round you baby
But all the niggas do is talk
I'm thinkin where they class at, iPhone 5 checkin Nasdaq
After parties, wherever yo ass at
Hunned grand large, in the Rari, where my stash at?
Cony said I'm passed that, TTL law with the hashtag
Do girl, what you do, girl?
Got a few more bottles of champagne
For you, girl
So drink freely
And if it's true, girl
Then the pretty ones have more fun
You should enjoy yourself
And holler if you'll need me, yea
Do girl, what you do, girl?
Got a few more bottles of champagne
For you, girl
So drink freely
And if it's true, girl
Then the pretty ones have more fun
You should enjoy yourself
And holler if you'll need me, yea
You and yo home girls drinkin on me tonight
I got kush from California
I got bricks from Arizona
Hundred whips and they be foreign
Bad bitch from Taiwan
I'm blowing stacks
I hit the dealer
I blow it back
And I blow a mil
We popping bottles
Them bitches swallow
That coupe a mil
Them digits bottle
I just got a whole brick from Papi
About to hit the stove, get it popping
None of my niggas moving sloppy
I said, meet me on the ave, nigga, copy?
Bitch, mind your business
Them foreign cars, we in 'em
That blood money, we spend it
It got my partner a life sentence
Got me smoking on that OG
That granddaddy my granddaddy
That purp and yellow like Kobe
All the drug dealers, they know me
I be rolling up with Snoop Dogg
On that drank with Kendrick
Ripping off my roof, dog
Juicy J, they trippin'
Whip it hard, 'til my wrist hurt
Got a hundred large on my wrist work
Them niggas crying all day
We popping bottles all day
You see them leave all day
Them bitches slide all day
We counting money all day
I'm talking mils all day
We popping bottles all day
That shit for real all day
And I got white gold, got yellow gold
Got red gold on my neck
Now I got white hoes, got redbone
Got yellowbone on my dick
Now that paper rain ten k
And I ain't talking about ten karats
I been counting money 'bout ten days
My wrist and chains and houses
I done stuffed up that shoebox
I can't find my sneakers
Money six-five, my bitch high
And am I a weekend
Man, them niggas choked, that wind broke
And they beyond that hope
Hundred G's of that OG
I put the skull in your bracelet, your ex taste this
Wine cellars in the basement, the crib spaceless
I chuck a deuce in my own thing
New beginning me and mama gotta trust it
White linnen top back on that Mustang
This is way more than a lust act
You sealed it up and you slip it out
that's a touch that I promise I will end it up
If I could let my heart right to you I would
I’d pack it up, seal it tight
And I'd send it over now
I am sending my love to you
Praying that you are home
Sealing it with a kiss
Sending my love
What, bottom on your Louie Vuitton’s, color Shirley
Temple
Spray with a greener theme for your love is simple
Big spress way out
Any child is comfort, not worry about the mileage
Private jet, Bogota then Tahiti service
Standing on the flight, I’ll be there when you need me
Record the sing, ringin’ your name
Provide for my lady
Kill me if I’m never able
67 all that back, panoramic ceiling, the definition of
mach
But wussup with you?
Nose straight cuz you always bring your love wit you
Hit me on the Skype, through the night, Imma come get
If I could let my heart right to you I would
I’d pack it up, seal it tight
And I'd send it over now
I am sending my love to you (baby I am waiting)
Praying that you are home ( so you can come talk to me)
Sealing it with a kiss
Sending my love
Sending my love to you
Sending my love
Praying that you are home
Sealing it with a kiss
Sending my love
She got my under ride it
And there’s something about ‘er
I can even lie, Shorty right there’s a rider
She got my under ride it
And there’s something about ‘er
I can even lie, Shorty right there’s a rider
She got my under ride it
And there’s something about ‘er
I can even lie, Shorty right there’s a rider
Hey lady I need to ax where you been all my life?
You lookin’ right in them jeans tonight and I was
wondering
If we could go somewhere, sit on a jet
Supposed to react but we ain’t gotta do that
You tell me you got a man
And it would be nice if respect it, I try my best
But I couldn’t accept becuz she wasn’t convinced
And I could tell I’m the nigger she misses
Sorta called me about a man I just been no more tension
I told her love the way you smell, the way you talk
I hate to see you leave but love the way you walk
She said you don’t give up as easy as I thought
And I told her that me and you could be the top of New
York
She said pull out your phone, take down my number
You conversation got me startin’ to wonder but maybe we
could be friends
I told her baby ain’t no need to pretend
You’re dealing with a coke boy, you’re guaranteed to
But Shorty I don’t really know ‘bout the other niggas
One of the niggas that you be dealing with
But if you really down to fuck with a little nigga
All you gotta do Shorty is give me a chance
You know your men all ride like this
Hear me in the club popping bottles like this
Come a little closer, let me whisper in your ear
Show me what the feel is
Shorty give me a chance
She ain’t never been a stranger that’s why I said
Lubretton, Gucci, Louie or a pair of Chanel’s
My baby shoe gain meaning, man can’t you tell?
Have these other bitches trippin’ we should make it ten
to sell
She keep a couple bands inside of a Queen bag
If she was a teacher, then the class would be about
class
I hear her now state turn and I waltz meaning
And I refuse to say some things that I don’t mean
I make her see and never spike her in a dance song
Snappin’ your fingers, I love you, girl what’s your
favorite song?
She got know no wife beat it
Damn, true religion and I love the way her ass look in
But Shorty I don’t really know ‘bout the other niggas
One of the niggas that you be dealing with
But if you really down to fuck with a little nigga
All you gotta do Shorty is give me a chance
You know your men all ride like this
Hear me in the club popping bottles like this
Come a little closer, let me whisper in your ear
Show me what the feel is
{Intro}
O.B.G Nigga
Haanh, Los
Orginal Bad Boy Game
What They Talking 'Bout
(Coke Boys)
Hear Them Niggas Talking, What They Talkin' 'Bout
(What They Talkin' 'Bout, Montana)
Hear A Lot'A Niggas What They Talkin' 'Bout
(We Gonna Start Throwing These Aside Every Week)
{Hook}
I See'em Man, Niggas From The Side Watching, Haanh
Gotta Hundred Grand In My Side Pocket
A The Hustlers Love It
You Know I Speak The Lingo
Told That Bitch Give Me Head
Ocho Cinco (Ocho Cinco 3X)
Told That Bitch Give Me Head
Ocho Cinco, Haanh
{French Montana}
Face Down, Ass Up
Pull Up In That Spaceship With That Top Down
Bitch Pass Out, Chain Light Up They Blackout (Bling)
Im Like Haanh, Ocho Cinco, Thats A Head Banger
I See A Bitch Lookin' Thirsty, Told Her Gon' Drink Up
I Head Hunt, That New Nigga, And What
Shorty Got That Ocho Good Head,
And Butt Im Like (Coke Boy Baby) Haanh (Let's Go)
All I got For Bitches Is Pipe Water, I ' Da Came Up Off Night Order
{MGK}
Look, MGK, Give My Head 'Til My Legs Shake (Burrahh)
She Give Me The Brain, But That Doesn't Explain Why These Lames Be Lovin' And Cuffin' These Bitches I Don't Know Shit About 'Em But They Head Shake (Haanh) Fuck That Pussy 'Til Her Legs Break
Bustin', Got A Dirty Dozen Of Them Wild Thangs Waiting In The Room Like An Egg Crate
Uhh, B. A. D., Boy, Ho,
And I Got B. A. D., Bitches For My Boys, So
Treat Them Like Royal, Serving, Black Suburban
Swervin' Through The Hood Getting Head Like Turban
Any Job A Good Job,
So, She Get A Blowjob
Suckin' It From Nine to Five That Bitch Workin'
Kells
{Los}
Man I Say Pimps Up, Hoes Down
I Say That To Say That I Only Recognize Bitches With They Lips Up, Or From The Nose Down
I Tell Her Nose Dive Then Go Down (Woop 5X; Let's Go)
Bitch, Im Cold As Ice Water (Ice Water; Water 3X)
Put Dick Way Down Yo Throat Until Yo Eyes Water
Oh, Lemme Get That For Ya, Lil' Mama Cause You Workin' (Workin')
They Way You Twerkin', You Could Fuck Around And Get A Birkin'
She Like To Crack The Dutch Down The Middle
Drop Her Purpin', Let Me Fuck Her In The Telly
Screaming Open Up The Curtains
Like (Don't Stop, Pop That, Pop That)
You Know French Cuts, She Got On French Cuts
I Don't French Kiss, I Let My Friends Cut
Me And Red In An All Red Benz Truck
{Red Cafe}
I, I, I, I Told French, I Told Los
I Get Good Head While Im Chauffeured
Mama Told Me Get A Nice Girl With A Good Head On Her Shoulders
Shake Down (Shake Down)
Came Up On Them Back Blocks
Her Face On My Belt-Buckle, Thats What I Call Lap Top
Side Niggas From The Side Watching
Guess They Got A Side View
Puff Got Me In His Penthouse Thats My View,
Thats My Crew, They Shinin'
She Only Came So She Could Come Boss
And Her FIrst Choice Was The Number One Boss (Yeah, Boss)
Niggas From The Side Watchin'
(Aye Yo, Yo Fuck That Choreo)
Gotta Hundred Grand In My Side Pocket
(Hold On Wit' That Choreo, Stop The Music,
Let Me Get Some Of This Shit, Check This Out Man,
Woop, Check This Out 2X)
{P Diddy}
Yo, Bitch, Im A Motherfucking Livin' Legend
Im 'Bout To Send These Niggas Through They Fifth Depression
In My Absenses Niggas Speaking Silly
I Could Stand On A Mountain,
And The Streets Will Feel Me
(Can You Feel 3X)
Feel The Rush Of That BAD Boy
O. B. G. And That O. G.
Don't O.D. Cause That Bad Boy
(Bad Boy 2X)
She Feel Royal When 'Round 'Dis (Haanh)
King Combs, Now Gimme Crown, Bitch (Biotch, Haanh)
1 - The Weeknd]
All these bitches hate you
This is something I know
Because you really love to give it up
There ain't nothing wrong with groupie love
You're the only one I notice
It's really hard for me to focus, yeah
Cuz my body so numb
All I do is kill pain
All I do is smoke loud
Put you niggas to shame
I be rolling all day, mix it in the champagne
And these bottles all free, not a single drink paid
Because they want me, they want me in their club
But if you got the numbers I'll be glad to show you love
Cuz baby, I'm an XO nigga coming up
Every time they play my song I'mma fill another cup
Cuz I'm down for whatever I can always keep it up
All I need is some liquor just to keep a nigga up
I'm gifted when I'm faded
I'm faded all the time
Because I know that's when they love me
They love me when I'm high
When they love me
I get money, I get money, I get money
When they love me
I get money, I get money, I get money
I be gifted when I'm faded, faded all the time
Thought they loved me when I made it
Niggas hated all the time, it's a dirty game
Try to find a bitch, maybe get married
That's like pissin' in a freezer, trying to make canaries
Hawk vision, LA heels right on Huff Terrace
Making wishes, now I'm french kissing your bitch in Paris
Come and find me di Giannis that's from '92
Heard your small ass when I bought her a number two
Dipping and you know it, I be pimpin like I owe it
Come and find me now, I got an army with me now
Turn your brains oodles and noodles
For thinking you got a screw loose
I tighten you up, them coroners will button you up
Tony Montana on his last batch
This that Wayne Gretzky on his last scratch
This that Derek Jeter on his last catch
This that Whitney Houston on her last track
This that Tiger Woods on his last swing
This that Jimi Hendrix on his last string
This that Larry Davis on his last bang
Dirty fingers, please believe us
Everybody dies
Guilty perfect, murder suspect
That was not your crime
You never do nothing (hey) and that's all you do (hey)
You never get lonely cause nobody gets you
Wake up, wake up
Bell tolls for you, bell tolls for you
The weight has been hard on your back
You're wearing well out of respect
Slowly it's dragging you down
I'd never call it that
You're running away and you feel
The voices are way too loud
You never do nothing (hey) and that's all you do (hey)
You never get lonely cause nobody gets you
Wake up, wake up
Bell tolls for you, bell tolls for you
I can be sorry for this
So give me the pain I will swallow it
I can be taller than this
So light up the way, I will grow with it
I can hail Mary's for this
So I can remain always positive
I can be smarter than this
And then I can be on my
Way, way
Falling for it positively
Moment that I saw you in the way
Oh, way, oh, way, oh, way.
You never do nothing and that's all you do
You never get lonely and nobody gets you
Wake up, wake up
Bell tolls for you, bell tolls for you
Wake up, wake up
Bell tolls for you, bell tolls for you
Got no feeling, got no reason
[Intro: Rihanna]
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up
That's how we ball out
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up
That's how we ball out
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Them streets know me – Coke Boy
Them strippers know me, I'm their favorite dope boy
I done came up in this bitch with that leaf blower
Flip it, backhand it – Hurricane Sandy
Shorty, if a nigga tip you, you might quit your job
If a nigga fuck you, you gon' make them blogs
Me and Rozay, Mr. Miami
Egyptian cloth, '92 Giovannis
Yeah, it's crazy cause, man, it was like...
I saw one of the guys shootin' on the corner
Damn, nigga, this nigga really shootin' on the corner
Then what happened?
All the little kids, everybody runnin'
He shot the whole van up, and I'm like damn
And we dipped
I be so paranoid
I hear these niggas tryin' to fuck with me
Real shit, I know I got enemies
I can't let them niggas enter me
I ain't scared to die nigga
I'll take your life nigga
Fuckin' shoot 'em down nigga
A hundred rounds'll put you down, nigga
I be the hottest nigga out my city
Hit you with some shit, you never sign no titties
Know a nigga shine, all my diamonds pretty
I hit a lick, I'm worth a couple million
That car [?] 400 thou nigga
That top drop like Pacquiao nigga
I hit up [?] left a hundred there
And a hundred on my watch I'm shining every minute
They caught him on that corner, left a hundred in him
And these niggas goin' broke, that'll never be me
Paranoia, got me watchin' [?]
Molly water, [?]
And I made a mill in 30 minutes
And I'm ridin', clip with 30 in it
And your head, I put 'bout 30 in it
When them shots hit him, it chop him down, nigga
I be sober, paranoia
Got baking soda, could help yo boy out
Get your head blown off, your body for a verse
When the chopper hit 'em, niggas yellin' [?]
Bloody murder, go and dig the dirt out
Choppers ringin', do you let 'em get a word out
Probably talkin' 'bout nothin' you done heard 'bout
Niggas gettin' smoked, bitches gettin' turned out
Annotate [Intro]
Yeah
It's time for the smoke and mirrors to come down
Niggas be talkin', but they don't be livin' that shit
A whole lotta deception goin' on it the world
It's Original Bad Boy Gang, nigga
Check this out
Click, clack
Bang, bang
Diamond Range Rover
Chains like a dope dealer
Fourth quarter player
Three quarter chinchilla
Gold chains, golden boy
Front row sitter
Niggas buyin' cars, we buy the whole dealer
We buy the whole plane
While them hoes playin' with 'em
100 chains, all the bad hoes came with us
Shawty held me down when the people on it
Ghostface, right hand, eagle on it
My brother keeper, with the motherload
And I ain't fuckin' undercover with them cover hoes
Talkin' 100 chains on, cold dealer
Montana, write your name on the smoke and mirrors
If the money ain't the issue I
I don't subscribe
If the money ain't the reason
Well then the question is why
Get money with my people
Then we never divide
It's for the love and the money
Make her love stay real
And the money multiply
Them niggas can't go where we go
They can't get dough like we do
Them niggas can't smoke like we smoke
Them niggas can't go where we go
Cause we go wherever we want
I skip prayers just to make money
I hope God forgive me, man
I was hungry
I'm tryin' clear my thoughts and?
Apple red Porsche, army guns, air force
Tryna count bills in the sunny hills
Balenciagas, make more than doctors
My crib bigger than your school, nigga
I'm just skiing in the pool, nigga
10 mil just to settle, nigga
Dead-ass like?, nigga
I done started from the block, boy
Now me and Ne-Yo on the top, boy
Ayo, that's me kid
Words produce
Harry Winston under the goose
Half moon, the wave's exclusive
Catch me uptown shopping in a?
Watch cost 1.5, I got the blue shit
Everybody love me
His texture's automatic money
Independent drug game dummy
Gettin' his, raisin' kids
These are big boy scholars
Flash money like Floyd
Got the big gold wallet
Roll out, it's 40 of us frontin' a bus
That's the new stretch bubble
Pipe the color of crust
Gettin' high, chillin' fly, yellin'?
Now I'm in hard bottoms
See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink
See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink
Put your head right
The same night
We’re doing everything
To not break
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Rich up in that, I triple my net worth
Hopping out the jet, shorty’s got that network
Started from a dollar baking soda wishes
When them hollas hitching niggas turning so religious
Million dollar me is got your baby momma creeping
Money rule her assets, that evil so possessive
Flashing, you know these niggas
Sloppy and they bogus niggas
Pass me with them stars, you ain’t half of what you hoes uh
Get down
Break it down
Shorty love
And I break it down
Thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink
See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink
Put your head right
The same night
We’re doing everything
To not break
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Gotta do it on your own like fucker rings
30 chains on is the cold villas
Stacking money up, money 4 ceilings
Drinking bottle after bottle when before came this
Stacking hoes up, we need 4 sprinters
Versace shit, soak the shocker no limit
From the jump start we them cold killers
And you ain’t never dumb, you got 4 figures
Pray to God never get deported
Baby go and bust it open, let me pay your mortgage
Jewish marble, I ain’t need a carpet
Play the street, I don’t need a office
See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink
See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink
Put your head right
The same night
We’re doing everything
To not break
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Blood thicken the water
Ayo I got that M and cheese all over her body
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Riding Round with that work (work)
Strapped up with that Nina
Got Two Bad bitches with me (aye, aye)
Molly and Aquafina (aye, aye)
Money don't mean nothing
Niggas don't feel you when they see you (aye, aye)
My whole ‘hood love me
But now a nigga wanna touch me
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round through East Tremont
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round with that Nina
Ridin' 'round with that AK, that SK, that HK
That beam on the scope
Window down, blowin' smoke
Niggas front but they broke
Try shit 'round me, gon' get smoked
That gun automatic
My car automatic
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Brown bag with that work (work)
Strapped up with that Nina (got to)
Bad bitches with me (aye, aye)
Molly not for feelings (aye, aye)
Money don't mean nothing
Niggas don't feel you when they see you (aye, aye)
My whole ‘hood love me
But now a nigga wanna touch me
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Money don't mean nothin'
Bitches don't mean nothin'
Come out with your hair down, nigga
I don't owe you nothin'
I'm ridin' 'round with that work
Maxwell Schreiber, I'm hurt
I'll ride through Mount Haven
I'll ride through Castle Hill
You know that Coupe half a million
Fuck how niggas feel
‘Cause I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
My niggas ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Brown bag with that work (work)
Strapped up with that Nina (got to)
Bad bitches with me (aye, aye)
Molly not for feelings (aye, aye)
Money don't mean nothing
Niggas don't feel you when they see you (aye, aye)
My whole ‘hood love me
But now a nigga wanna touch me
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I got kush from California
I got bricks from Arizona
Hundred whips and they be foreign
Bad bitch from Taiwan
I'm blowing stacks
I hit the dealer
I blow it back
And I blow a mil
We popping bottles
Them bitches swallow
That coupe a mil
Them digits bottle
I just got a whole brick from Papi
About to hit the stove, get it popping
None of my niggas moving sloppy
I said, meet me on the ave, nigga, copy?
Bitch, mind your business
Them foreign cars, we in 'em
That blood money, we spend it
It got my partner a life sentence
Got me smoking on that OG
That granddaddy my granddaddy
That purp and yellow like Kobe
All the drug dealers, they know me
I be rolling up with Snoop Dogg
On that drank with Kendrick
Ripping off my roof, dog
Juicy J, they trippin'
Whip it hard, 'til my wrist hurt
Got a hundred large on my wrist work
Them niggas crying all day
We popping bottles all day
You see them leave all day
Them bitches slide all day
We counting money all day
I'm talking mils all day
We popping bottles all day
That shit for real all day
And I got white gold, got yellow gold
Got red gold on my neck
Now I got white hoes, got redbone
Got yellowbone on my dick
Now that paper rain ten k
And I ain't talking about ten karats
I been counting money 'bout ten days
My wrist and chains and houses
I done stuffed up that shoebox
I can't find my sneakers
Money six-five, my bitch high
And am I a weekend
Man, them niggas choked, that wind broke
And they beyond that hope
Hundred G's of that OG
[Intro: Mikky Ekko]
I heard you were trouble and you heard I was trouble
But your name is a wave washing over me
No games, just a slave to you totally
Cause I don't care what they say about you Virgo
And you don't care what they say about me Virgo
But you know what they say about trouble
[Hook: Mikky Ekko]
Pull me down if you want to and I hope that you want to
Cause I wanna be your man and I wanna say it loud
You can show me where trouble goes
Tell me secrets only trouble knows
Cause you wanna be my girl and you wanna say it loud
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Went and got a hustle, put a muscle on it
Went and got a grip and put a muzzle on it
Nigga in that paint, I'm Bill Russell on it
Mulsanne with everything custom on it
Number one hits, got every bitch touching on him
Price of fame you lose your brain when you touch it, don't ya?
Nigga, all that change ain't changed me
Cause my body full of lean tryna stay sleep
I done came up that black hole
And I popped up in that black Rolls
BET awards, Versace black robe
Four heaters up nigga that's a hot stove
Illuminati for that new Bugatti
Self made, who they ask when they ain't got it
Ten-mill' shield for this holy war
Cash chills, you don't know, nigga
'll kill you for this brick of raw
[Bridge: Mikky Ekko]
I want you to know that I've got your back
Even when the whole foundation seems cracked
Two punk kids up against the world
Yeah trouble, there goes trouble
We could be king and queen of the moonlight
Two young lovers and when the mood's right
You'll hear me say I want you
To pull me down if you want to
[Bridge: French Montana]
Don't bring your chair over here, nigga
Can't get a seat if you ain't bring nothing to the table, nigga
They say you can stand dolo if you believe in something
Tell 'em: “fuck 'em all”
[Verse 2: French Montana]
I'm riding dolo, knock the horse of your polo
Life's a bitch and your sister with manolo
When your right hand done changed on you
And got your left hand grippin' things on it (paow!)
Dope boy dreams, mansion and a lambo
And all you get is cases lawyers can't handle
His grandaddy got me candid channels
Clean them bullets, loading choppers, grippin' handles
Bumpin' Roc-A-Fella, duckin' Rockefeller law
Beats from Rico Love, or a hundred from a RICO law
And all the blessings couldn't stop a bullet
When they creep on him, ski mask, black hoodie
LaFontaine by the post office
Hit him in the brain for a closed coffin
For a grand my lil man blow his nose off him
Hundred hit him, paramedics ripping clothes off him
[Hook:]
I'm Drinking round after round
Make it rain in the club don't drown
Baby what you trying to drink, white or brown?
Tonight I'm tryin to see you in a night gown
So what it do girl
I'm drinking round after round
Make it rain in the club don't drown
Baby what you trying to drink, white or brown?
Tonight I'm tryin to see you in the night gown
So what it do girl
I'm too turned up goodness gracious
Bitches in every state
I call it placements
Louies with no laces
I love it when my girlfriend speak a different language
All kinds of fucking faces
Got a nigga balling
In the club goin hard bottle poppin
Nigga catch the wave I'm in [?] leanin to the right
Thirty niggas behind me got em feeling alright
25 years old fuck a fight
Never gave a bitch money just good pipe
I'll be going at the hood but he not my blood type
Drinking Remy White
[Hook]
I'm talking bout the money and the cars that you drive and all the diamonds on ya neck
And all the bitches you be slidin'
Where it's at, where it's at, where it's at,
Where it's at, where it's at, where it's at,
I'm talk round after round, bottle after bottle
Pound after pound, model after model
Hunnit niggas deep in the club plus I'm on one
All the bases loaded bitch Home Run fuck you, pay me Simple
Me and Flockaveli get them choppas out the window
Three days 8C I'm talking 30K
Canaries on the AP 30k
Purple in the air henny straight
You ever want something
That you know you shouldn't have
But the more you know you shouldn't have it
The more you want it?
And then one day, you get it, and it's so good to you
We got the straight droppin' everybody know
Where the money at, tell me where to go
Niggas jokin', hundred rounds hit your funny bone
Life short, nigga, but my money grown
Grind for years, nigga tried to fly to Belize
Homie want a hundred mill, but he caught a hundred years
Gettin' more money 'cuz I care less
I'mma ball, double R on my head rest
Ross and Diddy got a nigga all illuminated
Fornicatin', get your main bitch lubricated
Came from the bottom, now a nigga packin' fields
Came from the bottom, now the house on the hills
Can you see me ho? Bitch can you see me now?
Got me on my Pac shit
When I caught my first lick, never lookin' back
30 chains on, lookin' like a turtle neck
I see you niggas broke
You wanna hit this dough
You went against the grain
Nigga gotta watch you choke
In the presence of the greatest, so humbling
Coke Boy, Bad Boy, and the double M
Reachin' for the stars, but my feet so grounded
Speak to the boss, nigga, don't creep around me
Peep the Frank Mueller, I'm a sharpshooter
Can't jerk me homie, I let your skank do that
I'm still affiliated with them brick dealers
Affiliated with them niggas trynna watch millions
You niggas thousandaires
Fuckin' with the dream team, need a thousand years
Pyrex boy, Montana, Straight chemist
Put them feelings to the side nigga
You say ya'll ready, but you not ready
We got the straight droppin' everybody know
Ya Boy
Let it Marinate
Hahaha
Look what the fuck we did man
We let Ya Niggas rock
Ya Know gave ya niggas the radio
Gave ya niggas satellite (When that four fif pop and you bleed you don't hear no noise)
All that crazy shit
We just stuck to the streets(You won't wake up in the morning)
Know im saying?(ill put you in a box fucking with me likkle Bwoy)
It so happened we the hottest thing going on(You won't wake up in the morning)
1: French Montana]
Cross the ts dot The is
Whip a hundred gs drop the top
Drive through the ps cop the pies
Look for a skeezer I can find
Heat in the stash lock and load
Press that button lock the door
I know they wanna do me got my safety off my tooly
Fuck niggas tried to screw and keep fucking with my head
Feeling like do these niggas and just walk out with that bread
That street shit dented in my soul
Left the bitch wet
Drop step put it in her hole
Got the licks and the reefer smoke
You don't need a boat
That coke wave potent music take you where you need to go
Its like a Key of snow
Argentina with my bitch have you seen her
I'm tryna beat beat beat beat like Valentino
Father please bless my enemies for them not knowing
Shot me in the head I shook it off
Nigga Kept on going
Dead man got a voice
Getting head in a Royce
London boy said that nigga moist
Coke Wave
Dollar bill and coca
I'm a everyday smoker
Love a bitch that's mocha
On the sofa
Still sound like to me like we got that wave
Oh not dour im a get you flowers
Time to get more money more hoes
Still sound like to me like we got that wave
2: Max B]
Niggas buzzes turned out light
Fuck these bitches get there swagger from
She fucked me now he mad at her
I don't care
BB belt and a fly moncler
Yeah know a nigga gots to keep that ratchet up
Coke on the table bagging it up
Capping it up
Nigga im clean
Picture me rolling on rims 16
Picture me fall off with these flows
Dick many hoes on the pimpy mode
M3 note that's that new
Hat to the back in that black new coupe
Catch you duke
Man im made? how damn im paid
Maid come and clean my shit
Stressed like I always need me a bitch
Need me a dip
This ain't right
Nigga got to get that tight
Get that flight easy mac
Boss biggavel where you need me at?
Where are these birds?
Fuck you max what are these words?
When that four fif pop and you bleed you dont hear no noise
You won't wake up in the morning
Ill put you in a box fucking with me likkle bwoy
You won't wake up in the morning
When that four fif pop and you bleed you dont hear no noise
You won't wake up in the morning
Ill put you in a box fucking with me likkle bwoy
You know my sneakers foreign nigga
(Yeah) What you heard?!
Bigger than life
Cookin' up!
Big money poppin' boy
Cookin' up!(Yeah)
Cccccookin' up!
They talking bout me in the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
They talking bout me in the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
What the business is, stay up out of mine
What the business is, stay up out of mine
They talking bout me in the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
Niggas mad that I went and got my visa
Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up
Damn right we rocking, damn right we copping
Fly cars we whipping, the fuck boys be plotting
Purple Jolly Ranchers, chain couple advances
Wrist and watch blang blue and white like Kansas
Right side turn wheel; Talk kush? We burn fields
Swore I seen the devil on my first meal
Had to kill the watch, nigga -- time served
I'm talking 9, 000 watts, nigga -- you ain't heard?
I talk money, some say I speak foreign
Whip foreign, watch foreign, bitch foreign
Told her to dance, and that bitch kept going
Cake, cake, cake, cake -- just throw it
I'm a boss, motherfucker
Pull up to the club just to floss, motherfucker
On the salt, motherfucker
Rich motherfucker, all the whips foreign
Take your bitch, motherfucker
Suck a dick, motherfucker
I'm the shit, motherfucker -- time to get up off the toilet
This is it, motherfucker; thirty-six, motherfucker
And you a bitch, motherfucker
All your bitches know it
Hit a lick, motherfucker; took a brick, motherfucker
Hundred bricks, nigga, like a hundred chips
Hundred whips, nigga, another hundred clips
Overseas, nigga, on some hundred shit
Flip a hundred things, moving on a hundred whips
All the mils counted, peep how it feels
Up top, nigga, doing big deals
Big chips, nigga, knowing how to kill
On the field, nigga, do this shit and do it real
Another flip, nigga
Stash the cash
We do this, nothing but some money on me
Another blast, nigga -- pussy
Curve, swerve, hit 'em with that chopper on me
Eleven hundred, flipped eleven hundred
Coke Boys in this bitch, move eleven hundred
Got them whole things in the sand
FEMALE : Its the return of the Mack baby. (Oooh)
VERSE 1 : I was drunk off that patron
Cause I never knew
When you made ya move
And you said you with ya crew
I shoulda knew it from the start
Bitch you were a slut
Trynna break my heart
shoulda knew you was a hoe
PRE CHORUS : Bitch you was. Fly to me
All that shit you said you never do
You lies to me
Bitch you did bitch you did
HOOK : Return of the Mack 7x
VERSE 2 : All the way skeese
You ain't gotta lie
Fronting like you was a keeper
I shoulda knew it
When I let you meet Connie
You tried all my niggas
blamed it on patron
Now then you met Flex
Then you met another
shoulda called you buffer
Guess one nigga ain't enough (Nahh)
A club hopper real Popper
Acted like a head sport head bobber
Aha I guess love don't love nobody
Cupid hit me with a shotty
Gave you a bad name to the next one
Its a nice game trynna pick one
PRE Chorus
You know
It's kinda fucked up but
It's kinda like you're born to lose, you know what I mean?
Stallion, get your own nigga
Coke boy
Montana
You already know that
All this money I be squaring eh
You already know that
All this money I be squaring eh
All this money I be squaring eh
Bring your love baby, I'mma bring my shine
Bring the drugs baby, I'mma bring my pain
You already know that
All this money I be squaring eh
All this money I be squaring eh
I don't know what's what
I never get it
Or get it and lose it
I mean it's sanctuary baby
You know what they say
It's the game of life
We hungry the playa twice
You heard
A car, big mansion in the desert
Tryina make a deal with the devil
I wonder though
Born to lose, ain't it?
Rules of engaging
Glued to the pavement
Send it all
My first flip was when the needle hit my vein
Lost at odds is when the drugs fix the pain
Pray for me tatted on my neck
Fuck money, I was dyin for my respect
I was higher getting whipped
Was a way of life
Stranded on the block
Fiends buying worth, only thing in sight
Had to pay in life
Mama working 3 job, father leaning, he high
My home boy on the run, he hot
Montana!
You already know that
All this money I be squaring eh
You already know that
All this money I be squaring eh
All this money I be squaring eh
Bring your love baby, I'mma bring my shine
Bring the drugs baby, I'mma bring my pain
You already know that
All this money I be squaring eh
All this money I be squaring eh
Head shot, been in doubt
God got a plan for you
Bounce back, hit the block
OG got them grams for you
Get it on your own, nobody gave a hand to you
Now you hot, spinning ball shows, 30 grand for you
God protect the child, deck the hall is on
Almost lost it all for everything he own
Put that on everything
Thought I knew it all but I ain't know anything
Get it with my dog, had to get my weight up
Flip the K's up
Turn around homie, lift your grades up
Never put my legs up
I'm working out, it's working out
They wonder how
Hundred mouth, want a nigga gunnin til the sun is up
You already know that
All this money I be squaring eh
You already know that
All this money I be squaring eh
All this money I be squaring eh
Bring your love baby, I'mma bring my shine
Bring the drugs baby, I'mma bring my pain
You already know that
All this money I be squaring eh
So I let this bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me like “You fuckin my bitch”- I'm like I'm fuckin her right now
Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls
Told that bitch take your shoes off look don't even argue
Got your bitch tip-toeing on Italian Marble
They on that bad back, too much pork around it
Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it
Big body got 10 of those
Cars, cribs that's? hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centerfold
Hunnid on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like Gregory Hines
Cashing out with that nina
Ten days you ain't seen her
She ask for it, I beat it
You greedy nigga you eat it
These? niggas all on my dick
Princess Cuts all in my wrist
Hundred rounds all in my hip
200 grand all in my whip
Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls
Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call it undercover, or pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin on them bitches like Birdman
Roll the weed in white sheets, Ku Klux Klan
Put it on the scale, watch it do numbers
Playin with them keys like Stevie Wonder
All my hoes pretty, all my niggas Brazy
We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy
Call me Tunechi Lee or don't call me at all
Man fuck all you niggas, PAUSE
Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls
2 Chainz, that's yo best answer
Cup filled with pink, I'm supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I leave my driveway
Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money ima need a money counter
So many acres, my neighbors stay in another county
Ted Dibiase in Versace loafers
All you talk is shit nigga Holitosis, ghosts
I pulled up in that pale thang
Got a Chanel chain, I'm talkin Chanel chain, I'm talkin Chanel chain, I'm talking Chanel chain
GODAMN!
Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for, ain't it?
What people payin paper for?
Murder, cold blooded murder,
Cold blooded murder,
My money on the line,
Murder was the case that they gave me,
Getting shot up, then he got up,
Came back then he lit the spot up,
Homie hit the chart up
Moroccan boy, you sloppy boy,
3 chains on, I be Rocky boy,
Packs out the lobby boy,
Nigga you can read on, each dream on,
French, got my feet on,
With money I can lean on,
Canary chain cold but still keep the heat on,
Your bitch with the raccoon vest, Peter Pete on
Catch me at the game, hard wood where my feet on,
Lookin for an actress on my wood I could skeet on,
Mansion on the other hand, live from the mother land,
2 straps on, east side where you rumbling,
Murder, cold blooded murder,
Cold blooded murder,
My money on the line,
Murder was the case that they gave me,
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for, ain't it?
What people payin paper for?
Alfred Hitchcock, two [?] fist fight
Caught a nigga slippin for his chain and his wrist watch,
Murder was the case that they gave me,
I can't believe my boo bout to have my baby,
Uh, you out of luck, mercedes truck,
Pull up, distance, shoot better [?],
Ducking from the knocks, Elz near Crotona park,
Out of control, now a nigga go control him up,
Shoot outs and move out, ask to break last,
9th floor seats, talkin to the bench players,
Tell the mic baby, it's my city,
Lead the game, hit green house, me and Diddy,
Murder, cold blooded murder,
Cold blooded murder,
My money on the line,
Murder was the case that they gave me,
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for, ain't it?
(Hook)
All we do is flex on that steroids
Bitch, watch that money stretch.
Never knew nothing, now I'm stuntin ‘cause I'm on
Probably turned around and he asked me where I'm gone
I told
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes,
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes.
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes,
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes.
(Verse)
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes,
I been gone off that liquor, I made it by that figures
Got my main bitch my top bat,
My good batch I got that
I want that, I cop that,
My money good I don't hide that.
Got grip on my lap and my roof on my back
Strap from the east to the west side.
Clip on my lap, fuck boys idea
Spin your stash like high
On these draws I whip.
And them cars I don't test drive,
I strap by my bed side,
I dump off like bed time,
Balls I get headshot.
Straight on top my doll lick off shot,
Talk chopper sound nigger, lift up the whole block.
(Hook)
All we do is flex on that steroids
Bitch, watch that money stretch.
Never knew nothing, now I'm stuntin ‘cause I'm on
Probably turned around and he asked me where I'm gone
I told
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes,
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes.
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes,
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes.
(Verse)
I don't care a sound let the sweetest sound I ever heard
I ain't talking about no cause, I ain't talking about no kilos,
Where I'm from just don't phrase, I ain't no motherfucker hero
My shades up my tare's up, my toes down, my head's up,
I ain't never put my legs up, my team's strong, my brick's up.
My drug dealers pimp killers, all up in here,
Chillers call dealer I be all up in here.
Ain't real niggers show me how to move and learn all
Now I get money fast, watch you niggers burn slow.
Talk boys we marley, them hoes be loving,
Just a bunch of young niggers thugging.
(Hook)
All we do is flex on that steroids
Bitch, watch that money stretch.
Never knew nothing, now I'm stuntin ‘cause I'm on
Probably turned around and he asked me where I'm gone
I told
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes,
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes.
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck away from these hoes,
Fuck away from these niggers,
Fuck all that ho shit
Fuck all you fuck boys
Bitch, we're real hustlers
Get money...
It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boyz
I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me, death through Jamaicans, murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight, I've got my gun on me
It was murder she wrote, your name in blood
When the love's gone, your eyes diluted full of blood
Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone
You want it all, die alone
A war's going on nobody's safe from
Now we're talking to the judge when your day come
Like it was hard not to kill these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas
Eight figures, need the eight story mansion
While I'm strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing
Diluted with blood in my eyes
Like a stillborn, niggas won't make it out alive, nigga
Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight
Put it on mom with that clip on my back and I loaded it twice
Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price
Playing with mine, you niggas could get it including your wife
Isn't life a motherfucker?
Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother
Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, own a hundred if we're talking numbers
Riders' fucking with mobsters
Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up your mama
Bang bang, bless them father
Passed beside him, rest aside a lake
That's swimming with snakes inside
Look at my eyes, I hate disguises
Knife or gun, I compromise it
Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my enemies
If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me
Nigga, until then...
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot
Don't piss the lion cause you'll get dropped on the spot
Lick shot, drip drop over the soil
Pot's hot until it boils
To this Crip shit, I'm loyal
Dip with us, ride with us, lie with us, sleep with us
Sit with us, fuck with us, babble bitch's better get with us
She likes the French tip nails that I wear
And how I'm so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah
You got truth, now the truth is to dare
Blue bandana, it's me and Montana
At the Tropicana with Tanehsa, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah
Nicknames for my blammer
The smell of blood in the bathroom
Body layed out stiff full of stab wounds
I told this nigga I was coming back
Pussy must not have heard when I told him that
Nigga, it's eye for an eye
A life for a life, a body for a price
I want to smell his last breath took
And look him in the eyes and make for sure he knows how death looks
Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it
Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing
Overkilling, it ain't no coming back from it
Then walked away with a demeanour like I just done it
Something evil this way's coming
(Chorus)
I think I love her (love her, love her, love her, love her)
Tryna meet her mutha (mutha, mutha, mutha, mutha)
Doggin with no rubber (rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber)
Shes a movie, got that magic box, got a nigga going stupid X2
(Verse 1)
She's a money train, we be runnin thangs
Shorty down to ride, trust her with a hundred thangs
If ya money gone, go wit it
Thats the first thing, talk about that real kitty on the backs just her and me
Shorty, ride or die and I can dig it, she be ready
Homie everytime she call I know she talkin bout that fetti
I let her push the drop, I be shot gun wit it
Bout 30 on my wrist, and my neck 150
Coupe stupid low, and I be stupid high
Cup full of yack lean, call me super fly
Im talkin Louis 13, money be the first thing
Hello, Im ballin like Melo
(Chorus)
I think I love her (love her, love her, love her, love her)
Tryna meet her mutha (mutha, mutha, mutha, mutha)
Doggin with no rubber (rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber)
Shes a movie, got that magic box, got a nigga going stupid X2
(Verse 2)
Im talkin Louis 13, money be the first thing
Hello, Im ballin like Melo
Shorty from the ghetto
Nigga dont be stupid
Pull them things out, have it lookin like a movie
Me and my bitch
Im talking Mackavelli
Hustlin I was skinny, now got that money belly
Hit that money celly
Talkin bout that work (work, work, work, work, work)
Rollin up the purp
I do stupid shows, I got stupid gwop
I got stupid hoes and shes my bottom twat
I got a stupid knot, you know we stupid hot
A hundred thou lick, thats a stupid drop
(Chorus)
I think I love her (love her, love her, love her, love her)
Tryna meet her mutha (mutha, mutha, mutha, mutha)
Doggin with no rubber (rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber)
Shes a movie, got that magic box, got a nigga going stupid X2
French Montana] + (Diddy)
Montana
That untouchable empire, baby, Coke Boy
(Bad Boy) They say careful what you ask for
Cause when you get it, you know what you gon' tell 'em right?
(We're baaa-aack)
What you say? I do this err'day, wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err day, do this err day, do this err day, do this err day
What you say? I do this, wh-wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day
[Interlude: Diddy] + (French Montana)
(Jeremih) French Montana!
(Hah... what they talkin 'bout, Puff?)
They ain't talkin 'bout, nothin
This the moment they feel ya
Let's get back when I get there
They've seen what it is
So look it down, Bad Boy, Blood Line
Get up, talk to 'em
I got tats all on my arm, racks on racks in the bank
Forgiato and paint, Pepsi blue my paint
All these girls be choosy, can't find a bitch who ain't
Haters they are ballin' like fishes in a tank
Stuntin' with my whole crew, hangin' out the window when we roll up
You know when we come through, make it rain we don't give a fuck
Bout what you say, I do this every day; don't buy bottles, buy by the case
Seem like every night my birthday I can't help but get the cake
Feel like I was born for ballin' out
Live it up and just for fallin' out
MONTANA!
Tattoos on my neck, half a mill in my car
Dream team I rap, just me and my dogs
Stray cash in that haircut, sea bass, no lamb chops
Met her at the bar, tryin' to get some head shots
62 that Maybach, fake jewels don't play that
Take off like Blake Griff, money tall like A6
Never hit that red zone, baby I was airborne
Hoppin' out that Ghost sippin' red dot with that red bone
Trunk up in the back, drop the population
And I'm never fakin' Jacks, you know I'm poppin' Aces
I'mma ball, illuminati bank rolls
Suicidal Orlan' doors until we tyin' tan hoes
[Hook] + [Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, my mic sounds nice right now
1-2, ayo, pure Blood Line baby, check it out...
I'm flyin' around and I'm gettin' it like 90 Thou in my denim
Told a bitch I just met, write your problems down and I'll end 'em
I'm creepin' on a billi, got these niggas buyin' largely
Bout to take my LA crib and drop that bitch on Wall Street
Peep my watch and hand game, like Peach Ciroc and Champagne
You buyin' jets, I could buy the Jets, I ain't speakin' 'bout no damn planes
This passion and pain fashion, matchin' my things catchin'
Action from things mackin', then flashin' my rings captain
Twin V's, entire, envy my attire
Catalogue, but don't have the heart cause real kings build empires
Everything that I said nigga was everything that you saw
I did everything that I claim, you ain't like us cause we ball
[Hook] + [Bridge]
[Outro: French Montana] + (Diddy)
(Ayo, this the way it lives, this what it is)
(You see it) I was born to ball, bitch! HAH! (Bad Boy)
If you ain't heard you live under a motherfuckin' rock (Coke Boyz)
Montana (We baaa-aack!)
We was born to fly baby, still do the same thing nigga
Shit sound like I just sold nigga
Untouchable Empire, Bad Boy, Coke Boy
[Intro: French Montana & Red Cafe]
You know what I'm sayin' like, real talk man, like, n-ggas ain't know about no Molly's til n-ggas brung it to the, to the table (yeah) n-gga like
Right
Harve Pierre
N-ggas wasn't sayin' no
(Cokeboy)
Coke Boy 3
(Shakedown)
What it be like
This motherf-ckin' round table
(Big baller baby)
Breaking down this fresh package
(Endorsed by so mean)
Bad Boy Headquarter
Your motherf-ckin' boy Montana
(RNS real n-gga shit)
Red talk to em
Wooooooooooo
(Shakedown)
Ay eh ay aye
[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
I strapped up, I hit the block (Hann)
French said they need fish-scale I hit the docks (Hann)
I punch in my card, bout 6 o'clock (Hann)
Wizard in the kitchen, magic when it hit the pot (Hann)
Lately I find more ho n-ggas than hoes (Woo)
I ice my watch, hopin' time get froze
I'm a coke boyy, hello hello hello (hello)
Pardon me G if that sounded sentimental (Hann)
Heavy-metal I bang in every ghetto (Hann)
Shakedown baby, everything is a go (Hann)
Gucci down to my toes, Louis Vuitton luggage
Rapped the 6th on the bridge, hopped out said f-ck it (Hann)
I grind non-stop even when it's snowin'
Cuz I ain't goin' broke like the n-gga Terrell Owens (Woo)
They know I been a shooter
No longer count money, I measure stacks with a ruler, I am the new ruler (Hann)
Brooklyn till they kill me
Forever keep it filthy (Hann)
Got rich cuz my motherf-ckin' work look milky (Hann)
I love my n-ggas, forever though (Hann)
And that white girl, never let her go
[Hook: French Montana]
IIIIIII (I), I be so high (I be so high)
And that bullshit don't bother me (Don't bother me)
IIIIIII (I), real n-ggas fo' life (real n-ggas fo' life)
I'm outchea livin' sucker free
IIIIIII (I), I be so high (I be so high)
And that bullshit don't bother me (Don't bother me)
IIIIIII (I), real n-ggas fo' life (real n-ggas fo' life)
I'm outchea livin' sucker free
[Verse 2: Chinx Drugz]
Uhhh
Devil red Maserati, call the reverend on em (Uhhh)
Gave em my whole life, but certain shit I never told em (Nah)
Choppin' the pavement on them blades (What)
Most n-ggas get they shot, hardship is but a faze (Yeah)
Ballin' on that hard top
Know they hear my screechin' J's
Genius on that stove top, work cut 6 different ways (Ways)
In life there's 6 degrees of seperation (Yeah)
Fear leads to hesitation (Yeah)
Rose from the project gutters, boy that's elevation (That's right)
Pick the pace up on them n-ggas, that's acceleration (Wassup)
My ensembles elegant, boy that's Ellen Tracy
I f-cked the game 3 times, now I'm yellin'? (That's right)
You see them green and white diamond, boy that's segregation (Feel me now)
Top naked, engine revvin', tell them n-ggas race me (Vroom)
Your main bitch my reflection all she do is face me (Drugz)
All the money and the fame and the fornication (Yeah)
They say my mental is a gun, but I broke the safety
[Hook: French Montana]
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Uhhh
Rappin' never been part of the plan (Nah)
Gettin' bricks 35, Kevin Durant
Man it is what it be's(Beads), Mardi Gras (New Orleans)
You know I beez in the trap, ask Nicki Mar (Wooo)
Been doing this shit here since ye' tall (Han)
Gettin' head from her, when Ye called
I made it n-gga (Made it n-gga)
You hated n-gga (Hated n-gga)
You dinosaur n-ggas, outdated n-gga (Han)
I seen a snow mountain, I skate it n-gga
This the aftermath, you shady n-gga
Cradle to the grave, make a Caesar out your braids
Got a kilo of that haze
And we all smokin'
[Hook: French Montana]
[Bridge: Chinx Drugz]
IIIIIIII ohhhhh I
Been had this hustle all in my veins
For so long
Have you ever felt that way
IIIIIIII ohhhhh I
Feel like I wanna give it all away
For so long
(I'm a cokeboy, ima ima cokeboy)
Have you ever felt that way
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Riding Round with that work (work)
Strapped up with that Nina
Got Two Bad bitches with me (aye, aye)
Molly and Aquafina (aye, aye)
Money don't mean nothing
Niggas don't feel you when they see you (aye, aye)
My whole ‘hood love me
But now a nigga wanna touch me
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round through East Tremont
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round with that Nina
Ridin' 'round with that AK, that SK, that HK
That beam on the scope
Window down, blowin' smoke
Niggas front but they broke
Try shit 'round me, gon' get smoked
That gun automatic
My car automatic
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Brown bag with that work (work)
Strapped up with that Nina (got to)
Bad bitches with me (aye, aye)
Molly not for feelings (aye, aye)
Money don't mean nothing
Niggas don't feel you when they see you (aye, aye)
My whole ‘hood love me
But now a nigga wanna touch me
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Money don't mean nothin'
Bitches don't mean nothin'
Come out with your hair down, nigga
I don't owe you nothin'
I'm ridin' 'round with that work
Maxwell Schreiber, I'm hurt
I'll ride through Mount Haven
I'll ride through Castle Hill
You know that Coupe half a million
Fuck how niggas feel
‘Cause I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
My niggas ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Brown bag with that work (work)
Strapped up with that Nina (got to)
Bad bitches with me (aye, aye)
Molly not for feelings (aye, aye)
Money don't mean nothing
Niggas don't feel you when they see you (aye, aye)
My whole ‘hood love me
But now a nigga wanna touch me
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
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