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'88 Coupes' Lyrics - French Montana ft. Jadakiss
Here is 88 Coupes Lyrics by French Montana Ft. Jadakiss

(French Montana)
Hah!
Cuz I don’t know what they talkin
Niggas smoke now Lemar on it
88 coupes like a car lot
I’ll be 88 stars on floor high
You need the Phantom Rolls
Flippin work, comin back like Derek Rose
Don’t call me, I’mma call you
Sicilly, bread, olive oil
Stop that and nigga I don’t owe you
And once you cross the line nigga I don’t know you
Make about quarter mill a week
Man that closet like Fashion Week
Slingin drugs, dealers got the package
It still makes a lot, 5 times a day
Tryna send mama to Mecca
While a nigga snortin pound with the liquor
Man watch for the stake up, (prrrp)
GOD golf club
Don Juan de Marco, lot like car show
Feel for ya, nobody will deal for ya
Wanna tell you a story but guys won’t bear with you
And nah, I ain’t tryna get bread wit you
So go and tell yo bitches split beer wit you
You come to concert, jaja with honor
Turn some cake on, pills smoking marijuana

Corner block coz yo boy owe us
Young boy shooter like Jamal Coffey
Bricks in the basement, givin niggas space
Clips in the Matrix, sleep with the racers
5 stars tell em, I said she’s 16
Nah that’s R. Kelly, my niggas won’t revy
Gifted and cursed, next step to be the worse
Next coupe to be a hearse
Man this shit hah!

When they heard uh
My niggas slinging large, for church though
Man say aha was the first tour
Now at age 5 on a surf board
I be clean as a whistle
Team is official
Black and white diamonds, all I need is a whistle

(Jadakiss)
My weed is the issue
Now may I proceed to kiss you?
They put you where both of yall single men
Home-made speaker outta the Pringle can
Can’t wait to do your thing again
When they mention your name the bells ring again
Gettin that cake, it cause friction
They love turn that hate to addiction
Mind thinker but echo prescriptions
Up in the presidential suite with a vixen
A lot of suckers in the bizz
Good die young, sucka niggas live
Quickest way to go, fuckin with the kids
He ain’t gon stop til you pluck him with the 6
Ghost 100 thou, fuckin with the niggas
Flyin on a brukler, pocket full of bricks
Last night club, fuck it, where the bitch
Cuz money in the field but I fuck er with the 6
Word of advice, flood through the gauge
Niggas know the hood run through my veins
Real southern with great poise
Pure bundles, a straight boy
Smoke loud but hate noise
Clean to ya, rafe boys
RIP Daddy D and Nutty, 88 Troy

(Outro)
What?
D block & Coke Boys
Pushin
Yea
Uh
Fuck wit me
Harry Frauds and bad motherfuckers
Yea
Uh
This shit is stupid

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'Worst Nightmare' Lyrics - French Montana ft. Diddy
Here is Worst Nightmare Lyrics by French Montana Ft. Diddy

(Intro)
Ayo French!
Wuddup huh?
These niggas thought I was motherfuckin dead
It’s that resurrection music
(We come out the toms, you should the look on niggas’ faces)
These niggas’ worst motherfuckin nightmare
When niggas think you dead and you show up for breakfast eatin cornflakes on them niggas
(Like motherfuckin Lazarus, who’d you scare now nigga?)
Put they bitch in Versace bathrobes and shit

(Hook)
I’m yo worst fuckin nightmare (worst motherfuckin nightmare)
Rap’s first billionaire
I throw a million out the lit
Coke Boys, we changing weather every year
Throw yo hands in the sky niggas
Pop a pill and get high nigga
Get on this jet and let’s fly niggas
Tell the pilot to turn, we’re ready to die niggas

(Verse)
Ready to die nigga, ski mask on you dont see my eyes nigga
Hundred rounds hit your head make ya fly nigga
All black Medusa shades on my eyes nigga
We the shit and the fly nigga
Life’s good, aks Nas nigga
G5 write your names in the sky nigga
Dream team we’ll bury you alive nigga

Nigga, you know that clown ain’t yo size nigga
And that hoe ain’t gon ride nigga
They wanna bury me alive nigga
But on the 3rd day I rose to sky nigga

(Hook)
I’m yo worst fuckin nightmare
Rap’s first billionaire
I throw a million out the lit
Coke Boys, we changing weather every year
Throw yo hands in the sky niggas
Pop a pill and get high nigga
Get on this jet and let’s fly niggas
Tell the pilot to turn, we’re ready to die niggas

(Verse)
Whip futuristic, crib ain’t listed
All my jewels on, I be lookin like a dish flip
Red bottom LV’s, limited edition
New king of the city, better aks permission
Turn bricks, face right on some Keisha
Rock star, great white, three stars, take flight!

Now yo French tell these niggas night night
I’m getting head in the front row fine night
I’m obnoxious, we got Oscar’s
Pouring Ciroc out of helicopters
MC Hammer couldn’t touch that
The day Diddy retire I’m bringing Puff back

(Hook)
I’m yo worst fuckin nightmare
Rap’s first billionaire
I throw a million out the lit
Coke Boys, we changing weather every year
Throw yo hands in the sky niggas
Pop a pill and get high nigga
Get on this jet and let’s fly niggas
Tell the pilot to turn, we’re ready to die niggas

(Outro)
First rap billionaire
Ya heard
Haaaaah
That’s my new shit
Niggas talkin to me, too much in my ear
I mean aha
You ain’t really
You really talk about nothing
Unless you have a brown bag for me
Bitch!
Haaaaah
Don’t even call around holidays
First more, I’m bout to get a pager
A beeper, old school joint
Ya know what I’m sayin?
Haaaaah

Ayo French
You see these niggas fucked up?
See when you lock the door
You supposed to throw away the key
Time’s up motherfuckers
We here now
Yea
We came back right on time
You feel it?
Bad boy
Coke Boys
MMG
Shit
Ayo grab yo bitch, nigga
And hold her real tight and tell her how much you love her
Buy a ring, buy a house
And you better impregnate the bitch
Get her pregnant real real quick
Do something nigga
Do something, man do get a get a job
Motherfuckin write a book
Go to church
Go back to school
Get a game changer
Cuz we here now and all the smoke and mirrors is gone, we exposing all motherfuckin lames man
Swag!
Yea bitch, swag
Oh yea
Oh yea she love it
She love it
Yea, she love it
Ah man, shit if you can’t beat em join em
Yall all welcome, let’s go

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'Look Me In My Eyes' Lyrics - Vado ft. French Montana & Rick Ross
Here is Look Me In My Eyes Lyrics by Vado Ft. French Montana & Rick Ross

[Intro: Vado]
All I wanted was my time flooded
And to be one the next TIME cover
These niggas don't know the grind of it
Far as painting pictures, I let my mom brush it

[Verse 1: Vado]
You never know a man till you play cards with him
Could even show his hand if you play smart with him
Casino game in the park with him
Chess table, black label, sippin' dark with him
Surrounded by OG's and old fiends
[?] up, like sittin' in the nose bleeds
In the half I move the whole thing
There's no thing make a sound on every phone ring
Get a little fame, they gon' hate
See you in a chain they gon' say your cross fake
Success is a due, you can pay it just cost fate
They say I need me a [?] the walls' draped

[Hook: French Montana]
Look me in my eyes, I was built for this
Got a hundred guns on me, don't get killed for this
Niggas say they riding, you ain't riding on my will for this
If I die, hope the lord forgive this shit
Look me in my eyes, I'mma keep it 100
I see you fuckbois coming, look me in my eyes
[?], now you fuckbois running
Look me in my eyes

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pull a Bentley to the block, ribbon on the hood
Just to let you niggas know who winning in the hood
Got the Benz, got the Rolls, the Acura
12 mill on the floor, she vacuuming around it
I'm at that big money Pacquiao payout
Hit Puff for a mill on the way out
Me and Pharrell [?]
Swear to God I had the SK in the clearport
Double M, we're known to hit your ass up
Shooters jumping out of their mask like we Daft Punk
Fat Trel, Stalley, nigga (Rockie Fresh!)
We the best, real nigga, rally nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vado]
No need to front, these hoes know me
I'm Kobe, I'm know for scoring a bunch
Having a bunch in the Plaza, top floor on the Trump
What you grabbed the whole year, I bagged more in a month
Hah, that's right I'm mad nice
Posted in front of corner stores like bad guys
I know your whore, she blow the horn like bagpipes
I'm in baby's shit, cleaned up like ass wipes
[?]
Like the Tin Man, steel on me without a heart
Been with them soldiers, boy, before [?]
Surrounded by sharks in the ocean with body parts

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'These Bitches' Lyrics - Curren$y (Ft. French Montana)
Here is These Bitches Lyrics by Curren$y Ft. French Montana

[Hook: French Montana]
On it, your bitch calling
Said she on a pill and she rolling, dog
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
Bitches sucking over, no hand
She want me spend this cash all on her
I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Too much gone, all to think about
I just need some good head, baby think it out
I slam doors on your favorite whore's
Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost
Can't run, nigga pray
Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off a day
Them nightmares come true fast
Shining on your T.V. nigga, newsflash
School of hard knock, pocket all knots
In that small box, making young niggas roll fast
Montana, fast money with a slow ass
You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass
What's in my pocket is your hoes ?
I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast
Rolling, nigga popped a pill and I'm rolling

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Six-hundred a bottle, bring ten
No sparkler's, too much attention
Drawing stalkers, bitches be fishing for baller's
I'm bossing, New Orleans
Ferrari's, Bentley's
To Monte Carlo's, El Camino's, Impala's
Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning
Penthouse, hotel room cards
Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down
Too long baby, plus I know your mans at home going crazy
And in my world you know the game ain't waiting
For no nigga putting pussy before paper's
So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up
I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup
I wake up, bake up
Night time, smoke the stage up, counting cake up, good time
Oh my Montana, Andretti coke wave
Jet Life

[Hook]

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'Tryna Come Up' Lyrics - Ace Hood (Ft. French Montana, Yo Gotti & Nino Brown)
Here is Tryna Come Up Lyrics by Ace Hood Ft. French Montana, Yo Gotti & Nino Brown

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Sipping on lean, smoking on kush,
Pockets full of green, selling George Bush
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Talking bout what you gonn do, choke bad if you want to
Loading up my fire, watch it burn the flesh when it go through
Niggas talk like hoes do, we’ll slap them hoes too
We don’t fuck with them fuck niggas,
Ungrateful and unloyal
My bitches spoil you, 20 stacks in the Louie bag
No ready blewing on gang bang, Louie parts in my Louie rang
Leave it all, popping tags, out of line, I pop your ass
Gased up, chevron, that ak will stop your ass
Counting cash I’m getting money, now a nigga can’t take it from me
He broke and hungry, my pockets full
Look clean and I’m smelling good

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, 100 chains all on my stomach
Niggas did it when I done it, and your main bitch I don’t want her
100 clip you hear that thunder, 100 years when niggas fumble
100 bitches what we come through, 100 bottles tell that stumble
I be pimping like I want a nigga slipping, he’s a goner
Niggas hungry, I drove out that dealer masi, doing donuts,
Catching liquor and I blow it I pimp them hoes like a poet
I smoke that kush like I grow it
Hit the strip, it was snowing, it’s that weed the best coke boys
Hammers making no noise, give niggas 2 choices,
Come up and down

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Shout out to Kelly, We The Best,
We be getting money, you looking stressed
YMCMG, salute to stunna, 4 words bitch I’m tryina come up
Dead to hold a hunna, any nigga run up, they get done up off the come up
My life is obama, I’m so presidential, you so sentimental
Your bitch she got potential, and I’m so influential
Hold up, these nikes cost 2 grand, these shades cost 5 bands
These niggas I mob with, I sold dope and I rob with
CMG my squad be, see how hard my squad eat
3:05 we clicked up, man on 1 that mob shit, yeah

(Hook)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Sipping on lean, smoking on kush,
Pockets full of green, selling George Bush
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Getting this money I never do sleep, 100k I make that in a week
25 000 I hop on the beat, top of the whip so you know that it’s me
Balling nigga like Spalding, sipping that good,
What you m call it, remember them nights, mama was calling out in them streets
Gotta be cautious, niggas are plied, running your spot
Hit a young boy when he’s getting that gwap
Fuck them niggas, look at my wrist, oh you mad, take your bitch
I’m in that ghost, holy shit, stayed in the ground and it got me rich
Stayed in the ground and it got me rich, got me rich, yeah got me rich
I say bitch I’m tryina come up, outchea to the sun up
Crib cost a mill, my watch another hunder

(Hook)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

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'I Did It For My Dawgs' Lyrics - DJ Khaled (Ft. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana & Jadakiss)
Here is I Did It For My Dawgs Lyrics by DJ Khaled Ft. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana & Jadakiss

(hook)
i did it for my dawgs (i did it for my dawgs) x8
oh lord!

(verse : rick ross)
hundred in the mula got more diamonds than a jeweler
top down on the car, might be riding with a shooter
nigga down to do ya, i aint fucking with a curl bar
nickle plated ruger have you in a box on worldstar
duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga
where i’m from you call the fuck nigga
pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the visa
courtside sportscenter, i can make you a believer
everybody going broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it
hundred kilo’s in the beemer, boy don’t make me get excited
couple milli on the neck like i’m tryna get indicted
got a mansion, got a yacht, bad bitch and a tiger
real niggas, taking over televisions
dope boys riding in a new set of benzes
hot boy, young boy, still on fire
what’s a death sentence cause we all gotta die

(hook)
i did it for my dawgs (i did it for my dawgs) x4
oh lord!

(verse : meek mill)
sittin’ on them m’s, mad shit is gettin realer
break it easy ,got my hood looking like a strilla
buying all these foreigns i be in and out the dealer
just to let my niggas hold on when they rollin, it could kill ‘em
and these suckas, i don’t feel ‘em
i don’t even see ‘em
i’mma die fly, rest in peace aaliyah
half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here
if all your jewels fake, how the fuck we gon believe ya
said i did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs
everybody ridin’ till you sit ‘em in the morgue
started with a bonnie now i’m sittin’ in a porsche
with the shooters right behind me
shit, you looking at a boss
rose gold rolie on my wrist, flawless
hundred bottles send ‘em to the vip, ballin’
basketball leather in the benz, spalding
ya’ll niggas talking, fuck is yall retarded?

(hook)
i did it for my dawgs (i did it for my dawgs) x4
oh lord!

(verse : french montana)
i did it for my dawgs
did it for them niggas with a vision like a boss
did it for them niggas in the kitchen with the salt
now i’m in that white thing, 500 horses for my niggas in the carver
got dice in my hand and a drop head rolly
staring at the ceiling when i wake up in the morning
my dawg doing life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin’
play with my paper, run up in your offices
it’s the ’012 ice cube nigga with the raider hat
a maniac nigga, where the paper at
highway to life, need a hundred mill exit
50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace

(hook)
i did it for my dawgs (i did it for my dawgs) x4
oh lord!

(verse : jadakiss)
yo, watch who you drinking with
watch who you smoking with
1.7 in my safe when i open it (cash)
if i put 7 in ya face, will i open it
and i know tomorrow aint promised but i hope it is
love to get acquanted with you
stay and tear the jail up
did it for my dawgs so i had to put the bails up
get them thangs off so i haven’t put the scales up
treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut
choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself
versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt
yeh the pills is flying but the smokers is something else
if the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt
the dough got ‘em bringing in the broads
obvious the flow got ‘em screaming for the lord
if there’s money on ya head what you think is the reward?
i aint do it for myself, you know who i did it for?

(outro)
i did it for my dawgs
oh lord!

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'Walk On Green' Lyrics - Kirko Bangz (Ft. French Montana)
Here is Walk On Green Lyrics by Kirko Bangz Ft. French Montana

[kirko bangz]
i made that money i bought me a team
and bad ass bitches brought ‘em
all to the scene i go that drank
that drank
i mix that lean that lean
and then thow that money up
and then i walk on green
oh yeah i walk on green
oh yeah i walk on green
oh yeah i pull up to the club
just to walk on green

oh yeah i walk on green
oh yeah i walk on green
oh yeah and bitches fall in love
when you walk on green oh yeah

shootin’ dice wit my niggas
miami vice wit my niggas
i met a girl that met a girl
that met a girl that’s wit it
i got phone numbers and pictures
room keys and bitches

all up in my pocket
no wallet cuz shit
girl i walk on green
i walk on green
and if she fuck me she fuck my team

she too turn’t up she on my league
and you could call me pga
because i walk on green

bitch movin’ my speed
jeans all on her clothes
point guardian my team
bitch crayin all own creep the lowkey
she ain’t tryin to get known

i love a young bitch
that be down to get the doe
i made that money o bought me a team
and bad ass bitches brought ‘em
all to the scene

oh yeah i got that drank
that drank
i mix that lean
that leab
and throw that money up and
then i walk on green oh yeah
i walk on green oh yeah
i walk on green oh yeah

i pull up the club
just to walk on green oh yeah
i walk on green oh yeah
i walk on green oh yeah
and bitches fall in love
when you walk on green

[french montana]
i paid a hundred bags
for that stunt
i got purple drank in my cup
i just drink smoke till i’m gone
tell ‘em i’ll be back next month

i just seen a game and i played it
most the time i was faded
i didn’t ask who she came wit
she just seen the ice then skate it
i’m just goin ham in that in that phil
i’m just walkin on that green

throw bout 20 grand in that air
told ya i walk up on that green
talkin pop that blunt roll
cup full gettin’ big
started from a dolla now i’m makin’ m’s

walkin’ on that green
started wit tha real money
and walking off cream suited
sam rostin zoota
gion off the lean
i be faded wit my homie (purp)

montana
coke boys always goin work

i make that money i bought me a team
and bad ass bitches brought ‘em
all to the scene i go that drank
that drank
i mix that lean that lean
and then thow that money up
and then i walk on green
oh yeah i walk on green
oh yeah i walk on green
i pull up to the club
just to walk on green oh yeah

i walk on green oh yeah
i walk on green oh yeah
and bitches fall in love
when you walk on green

oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…

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'Dance Move' Lyrics - Fabolous (Ft. Wale & French Montana)
Here is Dance Move Lyrics by Fabolous Ft. Wale & French Montana

Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, like a damn fool
Do the money dance, hundred racks a watch
Hundred grand, tell em’ bring em’ out.
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
The NFL must think I’m a damn fool
Every time I touch down, I bust a dance move
They use to have a movement, now they can’t move
Used to be on that glizzy like van couv
Bout’ to make em’? move, L.A to ST.LOU
Say you got them toys, that santa story just ain’t true
Say you get this money, I’m no snitch I can’t tell
Call me MC Hammer, name a bitch that I ain’t nail
Can’t touch this, you know that you can’t touch this
All black jewelry, now that shit do it justice
Stand back while I bust this, you look like you does this
Come and rub my hair girl, teach me how to Douglas.

Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, like a damn fool
Do the money dance, hundred racks a watch
Hundred grand, tell em’ bring em’ out
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move.

Yeah lot of strong
All up in they v.i
Smokin’ on what seems to be loud
I’m lookin’ like Mr. Miya
Lot of shones
Nigga can’t you tell that we high?
And before I leave, I’ll peace out
Let me see that camel, 3 times
Slight work though, nightwork though, my girl don’t
Y’all girl go where my girl go and you her alone.
2 nights, made a hundred grand
Pair of Nikes like one to ten
It was hustle time and y’all walked it out
When the money right, y’all runnin’ man
Pullin up the whole?
Geechin’ out with no cataract
If you could understand what this watch cost
You would understand why I try and adapt
Me and him cannot shake hands, why trap when I’m a free man?
You so a loss, you a robot, who done told y’all niggas to break dance?

Hundred grand, tell em’ bring em’ out
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move.

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'Cake' Lyrics - Wale (Ft. Fabolous & French Montana)
Here is Cake Lyrics by Wale Ft. Fabolous & French Montana

[Hook: French Montana]
Bust a dance move
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, like a damn fool
Do the money dance, hundred racks a watch
Hundred grand, tell em' bring em' out
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move

[Verse 1: Wale]
Look, look
Yeah lot of strong
All up in they v.i
Smokin' on what seems to be loud
I’m lookin' like Mr. Miya
Lot of shones
Nigga can't you tell that we high ?
And before I leave, I'll peace out
Let me see that camel, 3 times
Slight work though, nightwork though, my girl don't
Y'all girl go where my girl go and you there alone
2 nights, made a hundred grand
Pair of Nikes like one to ten
It was hustle time and y'all walked it out
When the money right, y'all runnin' man
Pullin up the whole ?
Geechin' out with no cataract
If you could understand what this watch cost
You would understand why I try and adapt
Me and him cannot shake hands, why trap when I'm a free man ?
You so a loss, you a robot, who done told y'all niggas to break dance ?

[Hook: French Montana]
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, like a damn fool
Do the money dance, hundred racks a watch
Hundred grand, tell em' bring em' out
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
The NFL must think I'm a damn fool
Every time I touch down, I bust a dance move
They use to have a movement, now they can't move
Used to be on that glizzy like van couv
Bout' to make em' ? move, L.A to ST.LOU
Say you got them toys, that santa story just ain't true
Say you get this money, I'm no snitch I can't tell
Call me MC Hammer, name a bitch that I ain't nail
Can't touch this, you know that you can't touch this
All black jewelry, now that shit do it justice
Polo come and bust this, you look like you does this
Come and rub my hair girl, teach me how to Douglas

[Hook: French Montana]
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, like a damn fool
Do the money dance, hundred racks a watch
Hundred grand, tell em' bring em' out
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move

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See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot
See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot

Trunk full of pigeons moving like it’s chicken deck
You know we keep the trap grooming like it’s check for less
You came suited for the game but you ain’t fit to play
My heart colder that a fridge in this December day
Jury overlow, overlow, Shawy love me low, love me low
Well that trip a … that’s’ a double O
Couple homies in the feds, couple on parole
I see, like when your soldier starts to fear
I’m a bubble hoe
Ride roller, white man bolger
Came bout the gutter, nigga, too hard for cobras
Couldn’t fit his shoes, those too hard to cope them
Coke boys got it on lock, we control
…nigga told me get down, it’s the only way you come up
Shawy box mean, beat that pussy like a drummer
These niggas soft, put my balls on they drumset
They had a spark now they drive…

I’m so gone, so gone, try to own this …
With nowhere to hide
See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot
See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot

I’m talking so much money, you gotta move it on a paler
No one man should have roll that…
Getting money every hour on the hour
Hunned drum and she forecast less shower
I be spend game schools more nigga to holler
Dummy, you’s a crash test coward
Shawty had the bomb, so dumb, terrorist
And I’m gonna detonate her, oh no, I won’t date her
…hit your roof, oops, not that on your …
Coke boy took a …flight,
Bevel on my back, money on my set
This the curtain call, this is where you show in
Shout my brother Rose, I fuck with double M
Foot up on they neck until I soft a double M’s
That’s right, so youngin get your money till your bank good
No matter what city you repping, it’s the same hood

I’m so gone, so gone, try to own this …
With nowhere to hide
See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot
See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot.

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Hold up, hold up, hold up
A hunned racks when I roll up
Money stacks never fold up
Drink that yet, never sober
And we got the city on lock, lock
GTS no top, fuck that lease we on
That’s right bitch fuck that loan
My partner on a pill and about to pop some more
And before I sing this deal I worth 20 hunned racks a show
I be stunting on niggas like wassup
Damn that boy got fire
I get that money more problems
Fuck that ain’t got no problems
Homie you’s a poser, fuck that talk, I showed you
Pull up on them niggas like I told ya
Damn you see that chain, damn that nigga tryna blind me
Coke boy, you know where to find me, Montana

[Hook] x 2
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché

Boy I’m bout that chain, stupid wrist, icy chain
And the croc, more damn, boy I move that cane
Get it for the love, no game
See these hating niggas praying
Get a grip, move a brick
Got me saying like a Nixon
Homie off a … grand crew, got me wasted in the club
Sitting… 40 karats in my bracelet
Weapon to the left, weapon to the right, boy I’m a chef
God damn right,
Getting those paper, got me in my zone
We’re almost there, spotlights
Boy I got the wave, I be balling everyday
I be married to the streets, 21 hours pay
I be on my other shit, I don’t see nobody
Switching up vibes, got me …
GP Montana, coke wave,
Couldn’t make it without you,
Shout out to Hose
Whipping up a dream, fuck it, we so say
Murk it, Gp bubble like rose

[Hook] x 2
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché

You see them Lambo, that’s when Just Soprano on the scene
To flip a dollar, whip a dream
And pull up right the money team
We in the club, bottles of burb
Be act and blowing stacks
The money train is right on track
We act so hard it’s coming back
The world is mine, I feed for power
Get it grinding, rolling sour
Play state and … for hours, on your ‘partment,
To push the powder
Everything is good, we’re taking over as we should
Let’s spend some plan away, cocaine city, manhood
I wish a monkey would, chop him down where we stood
Hit the ocean with the brick
So dig a ditch in the woods
Back to compensation, getting stacks for conversation
Getting paid to take vacations
If I was you I’d sure be hating
Ladies say I’m super wavy
Yankee jaggers riding navy
If you all suggest you pay me
Big as jig is fucking crazy
The way I whip or lick, …I take the risk
My cold boys on the streets
Will serve me the peace like ludacris

[Hook] x 2
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché.

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hook:
could’ve been a pally, could’ve been a doctor
could’ve been a pimp, could’ve been a monster
could’ve been in that, could’ve been a dope boy,
homie matter of fact, i’m a mother f*ckin cokeboy
wiggle in bed, i’m a motherf*ckin cokeboy
wiggle in bed, i’m a motherf*ckin cokeboy
wiggle in bed, i’m a motherf*ckin cokeboy
wiggle in bed, i’m a motherf*ckin cokeboy

rallies on the road, prez? is never fall
mommy you ain’t gotta take the fault to hit the pow
just bounce it up and down
spread it all around
hit the homies off pass it all around
i’m talking bout the money i’m talking bout them imp
i’m talking bout that roly, 67 pins
few homies with me couple in the penz
shawty said i’m faw she heard i hit her friends
rock sing it day pop started full of dope spot

made my first couple hundred whipping on the slow top (that’s right)
me and french on that new ghost fan em
coffee when i’m not but i could’ve been a, could’ve been a pally

[hook:]

any given time benz in your grill
ten toes down both hands on the field
probably on the molly
probably i’m sincere
they know i’m puttin on from the pitches hold cheer
city on my back lanes in the wind
coop like a shot know you lane see the fear
treat up show these hoes won’t swim
my beats will be the be the bed
my wrist be the babe
your fish getting here
knocked out the two sots skate the whole crew wild
shine on game like your hair when the roof drop
a bomb in and you still a bomb out
always been a crown but you could’ve been a

[hook:]

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[Rick Ross]
Drop that pussy bitch

[Drake]
I’m some young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
(Drop that pussy bitch)
What you twerkin’ with?

Work, work, work, work, Bounce (x4)
What you twerkin’ with (x4)

[French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin’ with
Throw it, buss it open
Show me what you twerkin with
Ass so fun, need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasin’ Pac man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning thats a rock
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
30 chains on my collar
2 drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
3 Benz I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen it, got it, that pussy soaking

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I’m that nigga
Talkin four door Bugatti
I’m the life of the party lets get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
Feel me, feel me
This bitch want me to feel me
Ballin’, ballin’ like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats 50, 100, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitchs too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck ‘em like a rabbit
Sorry thats a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish

[Hook]

[Drake verse]
I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you can take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now
Dropped ‘Take Care’, bought a muthafuckin’ crib
And I’m picking up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s Mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s playa shit
We don’t dress alike, we don’t rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man, fuck you and your time difference
I’m young Papi, champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ah!
Greystone, 20 bottles that’s on me
On the couches, wildin’ out
Yelling “free my niggas” ’till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3
But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan B

[Hook]

[Lil' Wayne]
Biiiitch, Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta ass Capone
I make that pussy spit like bone
Talkin’ bout Bone, bone, bone, bone
I’m fucking wit’ French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money aint a thing but it’s
Bitch I ball like 2 eyelids
YMCM-beat that pussy up
Stop playin’, I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands
I’mma beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my pro-active shit
Pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you’s a square
And I would twist you like a rubix
Motherfucker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick hoe
I’m 5′ 5” but I could 6-9
Then beat that pussy like Klistcko
It’s French Montana, fuck joe
It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biaaaatch

[Hook]

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[verse 1: french montana]
brand new drop, i’m riding through harlem
500 at the villa ain’t no problem
plumber in the back seat, pipe work
chasing them checks, nike work
red bottoms with the spike work
making a movie, spike work
pink drank on, sprite work
30 chains on, bet the light work
get it, i spend it, cop white ghost tinted
smoke a whole pound in it so you know it ain’t rented
25 on the bear hoodie, go and tell peta
10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single
slight work

[verse 2: wale]
young folarin, gold bottles, we so thorough
my new flow bought hublots below zero
old sneakers that’s worth more than your new apparel
i’m on one, no two-steppin’ in margiela
if you got a blunt, then we got 2
if i got a blunt, you might gotta move
i don’t like to stunt, but now i got to
to celebrating the fact that i’m not you!

remix indeed

okay, shake it, shake it, shake it
can’t wait to see you naked
they cannot see me cause when they see me i’m getting faded
double m we the greatest, women is on the couch
they tryna get it in, we gotta point ‘em out
and then i dance on ‘em
i bet your __ would too with this cash on ya
okay hold up, just might dance on ‘em
let’s say we have a long night and a fast morning
work!

[hook: wale]
slight work, slight work
the wrong drink, the right work
slight work, light work
the wrong drink, the right work

[bridge: french montana]
(work, work) talking ’bout a slight work
(work, work) talking ’bout a slight work
(work, work) talking ’bout a slight work
(work, work) talking ’bout a slight work

[verse 3: diddy]
get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party
then cop a bugatti just to let the oscar ride shotty
how could not admire me? jocking my men entirely
chop the top off the drop and tell ‘em basquiat inspired me
i step up in the spot, they get to working hard
she bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
i’m the one all the bosses call the boss
i fathered the game, feel like i’m watching my sons floss

[verse 4: ma$e]
what you want me say? what you want me do?
different kind of money make different kind of moves
different kind of dudes wear different kind of jewels
different kind of drop on, different kind of shoes
wear my hat to the back, i’m in a different kind of mood
you get a different kind of chill from a different kind of cool
think they mad with my past, wait ’til they see my future
only dude from the unit, mmg recruited
getting money like i’m jewish, get attention like a nudist
got a cult following of bad broads like i’m buddhist
as a student, i’m a truant, and you know my mind affluent
think you clueless then you foolish if your crew don’t have a judas
wanna know what i been through, what you into
put it all on the table, do it like a menu
get you wider than a venue, humming like hindu
feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you
slight work…

[hook] + [bridge x2]

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chorus:
it’s a lifestyle nigger
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty

racks all over my wrist, racks all over my neck
i spend racks all over my bitch
look at these racks all over my check
nigger, i’m racked up, and i’m racked out
fuck a bitch, she tap out
fuck a bitch, now pass out
my pockets …don’t stack house
cause i ball out, i’m twanged out
all black may vex out
you all niggers just… shit
and i let a shit that i rap about
these racks came from my crack house
dirty money like diddy
damn, these niggers ain’t nothing saint
got thirty of that fifty!
tell them hoes that i’m busy
tell them hoes that i’m bowling
..why is all keep calling?
you all niggers be frowning
acting like you got it
..that’s racks off my pocket

chorus:
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty

my shoes cost me a ride, my outfit off the…
my present into rolly, i’m calling up the … shit
damn, i’m in the rap shit, two maserati
won’t kiss me in that… that’s worth a…
that’s worth a…
rest in peace to the…
kill niggers for acting, rest in peace that are legends
catch me in that ass…
i’m what’s up for asking
they talk behind my bitch back, they must have seen her ass…
from .. town like the…
pop pills, no aspirin, like a sky slope in aspen
it’s going down, going down
i broke my sky racks…

chorus:
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty

you’re racked up, i’m racked down
black ferrari blacked out
black friday, black now
pop the space, black jack
bitch, i’m hot than …
made you fifty this week
hottest bitch all in,
bowling bitch, sports in!
..tore her over mix-tape.
backed up shawty, chain…
came here with one bitch, left out with forty.
show my homie… show my homie…
load the crib a couple mil, and i ain’t trying to break…
cold boy that maybach, that bad boy, that stay strap
here it goes, fuck that maybach…

chorus:
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty
racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty

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[hook]
as i count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
nigga talking 5, then i front him 10
kiss the ring, no country for old men
no country for old men, no country for old men
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
kiss the ring, no country for old men

[verse 1: fat joe]
jeremy lee and i got that china white
ray charles when them boys come, outta sight
i puts the work in that pot yeah,
then watch the motherfucker bubble like the…
we’re from the streets that made … pastor
ripping in the kitchen, i’m the base master
these niggas dying over red bones
i beats the p-ssy up like some headphones
niggas swear to god that they gonna clap him
backy out, ain’t gonna happen
look at me, i’m rocking 2 chainz
in that bentley truck, that’s the new game

[hook]
as i count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
nigga talking 5, then i front him 10
kiss the ring, no country for old men
no country for old men, no country for old men
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
kiss the ring, no country for old men

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
28 grams in a ziplock, time to hit the block and make that bitch flip flop
gucci flip floss with the polo socks
when your girl leave me she needs a …
2 gun game, one is 38,
every time i do a verse, first bought the 8
my first job was in the trap, selling weight
turn 1 to 2, 2 to 4 and 4 to 8
2 red bone, each with red bottoms
play the feet on the whip and call it nail polish
i got a fetish for the doll, nigga eat your zone
if money talk you need to put me on the speaker phone

[hook]
as i count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
nigga talking 5, then i front him 10
kiss the ring, no country for old men
no country for old men, no country for old men
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
kiss the ring, no country for old men
[verse 3: french montana]
cocaine magic white rabbit out the hat
i ain’t talking apple when i’m pulling up the mac
with that ready rock, call me betty clock
i’m at the 44 where i aim choppers
smoking purple leaf, right by forest projects
no … chop your body up on 40 bucks
with 30 chainz on, i’m a blogger dream
hit jersey flip the work back …
i don’t work out, but shawty love my sport car
i have niggas light up your crib for like 4 bars
young nigga shining like i rock the …
bout 100 on the piece, 50 on …

[hook]
as i count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
nigga talking 5, then i front him 10
kiss the ring, no country for old men
no country for old men, no country for old men
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
kiss the ring, no country for old men

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At the weekend, she loving the crew
Fucking max speed sipping the crew
What you want me to do
Couple shots to the head got a nigga …
Spend 100 on a ice got street, come on
Hey, come here baby, …
Coke boy shit for real

At the weekend, she loving the crew
Fucking max speed sipping the crew
What you want me to do
Couple shots to the head got a nigga …
Spend 100 on a ice got the streets burning
Coke boys on top was a sure thing
… filling up like the … king
Og told me young nigga get your ones
Made them possible…
Know we gwapped up told them let the roof drop
Ice rocked up see it from the roof top
Come walk in them shoes…
What you got for your dear homie, …
Got a nigga sick, get your flu shot
New Sirrock … homie blew that
Jewel marble in my new spot
One k for that…block
Smelling money in the air, at them shows…
Make a move on the niggas got the game on…
Nigga moves on niggas, got the game on lock
For life, for life, for life

Niggas got me twisted, I’m the wrong one to go against
I’m knocking niggas down and leave no fingerprints
I keep that og glove…
Storage room full of that king thanks to the club
Coke boys running New York…
These niggas looking bitter, thinking they need a hug
Red …never been in the slammer
I never been a sucker, put that on my grammar
It’s going down down baby no country grammar
Coke boys got a lot to New York than to Louisiana
Montana…
Smelling money in the air, at them shows…
Make a move on the niggas got the game on…
Nigga moves on niggas, got the game on lock
For life, for life, for life

I got what you want, I got what you need
While receive… you know I’m going deep
500 on a g, 200 on a shirt
Leave out with the ship, pennies on my feet
Rockstar life, denies before I sleep
…playing life… right where you sleep
First step for man kind, I’m going for the leap
You can get the coop, I’m going to get the jeep
You can get the weed, I’m going to get the leaf
You can get the bullet, I’m going to get the gun
I’m going like the moon but shining just like the sun
Going to the second, they saying that ain’t the one
Smelling money in the air, at them shows…
Make a move on the niggas got the game on…
Nigga moves on niggas, got the game on lock
For life, for life, for life

Why keep the … this side yea
Try to see them boys you gonna have to fly there
More one bad bitch all in my ear
Try fuck up the image I put out there
I put a hook on a song I made an outlet
5000… crack a shadow let me stare at the mountains
…used to hustle and the cold … in the building
Smelling money in the air, at them shows…
Make a move on the niggas got the game on…
Nigga moves on niggas, got the game on lock
For life, for life, for life.

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Hook:
Stop, we won’t stop tell me what it..take mine
if you won’t stop, then we won’t stop tell what’s ..take mine
I got stop, we won’t stop tell me what’s lay take mine
you won’t stop, we won’t stop continue what’s ..
cut for you baby
Stop, we won’t stop tell me what it..take mine
if you won’t stop, we won’t stop tell what’s ..take mine

I got the pocket full of work, pocket full of cash
pocket full of work and pocket full of ash
I got pocket full of work, pocket full of cash
pocket full of work and pocket full of ..

Stop, we won’t stop tell me what it..take mine
Stop, we won’t stop tell me what it..take mine
Stop, we won’t stop tell me what it..take mine
if you won’t stop, then we won’t stop tell what’s ..take mine

I got the pocket full of work, pocket full of cash
pocket full of work and pocket full of ash
I got pocket full of work, pocket full of cash
pocket full of work and pocket full of cash

Drop top see cranberry my feet take the ..my feet
take the marrows league ten hours a feet
drank in the couple of ..when it show you tell me to f*ck
poppin bottles the..is the gangsta party poppin..
sweet Porsche G slot of the freak
hangin niggas not the ..lose great like the ..
they wanna whisper like the..
whiping for a..hundred grounds for a nigga tight..turn
back hot nigga when it got Diddy Montana

Hook:
Stop, we won’t stop tell me what it..take mine
if you won’t stop, then we won’t stop tell what’s ..take mine
I got stop, we won’t stop tell me what’s lay take mine
you won’t stop, we won’t stop continue what’s ..
I got the pocket full of work, pocket full of cash
pocket full of work and pocket full of ash
I got pocket full of work, pocket full of cash
pocket full of work and pocket full of cash

My nigga deeping rolling slight on this f*ck nigga
dripping holing it’s on super show
pull up in the hands on like a super bowl
deeping on slow nigga super slow
and bitch bloom it out with the ..
got..niggas bang with the few..
my money low counting on the floor
fades on the .. keep my money on the..
that’s right my young..like T McGray
couple..when you mama miss ..
..piece talk when the ..song join like

[Hook:]

I know I’m arrogant nothing you can tell me
lifestyle capital big beens and Lv’s
my stack is a bunch of PS bottle up of the money
no Ps and I’m try to hide chick ..was consider the flight
no bro is ’cause you ain’t moving right
cheers you’ll be the .. writers
I’m just taking shots I’m like oh boy
..do you still a coke boy
I’m the baker man pills very tall boy
call em mister green light mama say go boy

[Hook:]

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[Intro]
More money!
Yeah, ain’t nobody getting as much money as us, baby!
Shake down!
More money!

[Red Cafe]
Light skin broad, fuck the …
And gave her my work, told her put it in her bra
Next week this time, she killin’ them all
Tell your ex nigger I’ma show him how to ball
I’m a dope boy, … and been a better bad boy since Mike Leary
Fresh like I dry cleaner the whole wardrobe
My team doing numbers, check the bar codes
I don’t chase money, don’t eve chase bitches
I just chase liquor, but have them all licking
Back in my city, I’m a gorilla
I got that uncut, I’m a dope dealer!

[Chorus]
I’m dope boy, balling,
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I’m looking like dope boy, you my darlings
And I ain’t flipping numbers till the morning
I let it go, let it go, let it go
I let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!

[Diddy]
Yeah, last time when you seen me I was in that blue thing
With a supermodel now, I’m in that new thing
with a new model I .. pumped the gas
Took her off the Harlem, and I pumped that ass
I remember I was… around five hundred milly
Around the same time… recorded a milly
One for the money, two for the money,
Love a real bitch, that’s all about the money!
..niggers out here looking funny
So my own world space down…
..fucked up!
..we’re still.. and we have the hood going dummy

[Chorus]
I’m dope boy, balling,
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I’m looking like dope boy, you my darlings
And I ain’t flipping numbers till the morning
I let it go, let it go, let it go
I let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!

[2 Chainz]
..slumber party in the…
I should win a drug dealer contest
I’m so real, you could catch a contact
Got that dough dick…
I still sleep with my scale
All I have for breakfast was a…
All I have for dinner was some good pussy
I got a package in the mail with some good Cush in
Bring your girl here…
I keep killing pussy…

[Chorus]
I’m dope boy, balling,
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I’m looking like dope boy, you my darlings
And I ain’t flipping numbers till the morning
I let it go, let it go, let it go
I let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!

[French Montana]
More jewels, more cars and more…
..first up like the gorilla
Purple leaves for the smoky mirrors
I ride on your bitch with a…
Uh, shop shooter like the..
Banana clip, don’t play..
Stepping on your own blood…
Shut my homie penthouse…
Look at Shawty ass she can’t stand straight
…on my landscape.
Any means necessary, I’mma go get her
You’re fucking with the niggers…

[Chorus]
I’m dope boy, balling,
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I’m looking like dope boy, you my darlings
And I ain’t flipping numbers till the morning
I let it go, let it go, let it go
I let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!
And I ain’t flipping numbers till the morning
Now let it go, let it go.

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White white liquor
Black or white girl which one to pick
Is the perfect picture stop pose
Is the perfect picture fuck it stop pose
Make the bade move top down we are copping
12 ladies choosing 12 .. cruising around town we are moving tell
.. that is moving I am about the baggage claim that package came
I am gonna zone my .. out white .. polo shirts .. about a house or two
Measure what that auto costs .. loco money took that top and cut it short
Talk about that true true money fuck that nigger who to cross them
Blow a hell of esteem .. like submarine shorty give me a .. now I am coming clean
Shorty stop that crime drink that liquor she drink that wine hit that ones I call mine
Top that .. don't call my line a a a a a a a
24 hoes seen a million fans 24 your soul I have seen a million ...
So what the fuck is this stress cause grown my knee medicine .. pause
My .. say his mommy once got cut off while she stand much behind the rent what the fuck
These niggers second guessing me I know the fucking recipe only fuck a rapper only like a refugee
Bitches dig me when I rap nigger feeling tipsy got the .. on my mind drop that top and let
The breeze in all that flash wiz in competition slanging in the back we got to wiz in
Came up in the game stumble on some chains caught boy that brick squad every hood the same
Stilling on these bitches I am posting money long match the numbers in my social
7 60 11 liquor got me .. what is up never hit that poney unless they let me sleep my girl
Read all about it top off that .. try to crawl about it cold boy nigger tell your girl about it

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