[Intro: Foreign Girl (French Montana)]
(What's your favorite drug?) I like MDMA, quite a lot of this
(What about c**aine?) I like c**aine, but sometimes
When I take too much c**aine, it makes me very cold
(Yeah?) I don't like that
And the last week, I took so much c**aine
I was sleeping the whole Sunday, and I wake up on Monday
(Puff told me "they gon' love you, baby
But that money might drive you crazy", haaaanh)
[Hook: French Montana]
And I ain't gonna lie
You be smokin', I be drinkin', I ain't gonna lie
I just need some bad b**hes, I ain't gonna lie
We ain't never had sh**, I ain't gonna lie
Wallahi we made it, I ain't gonna lie
(I ain't lying) I ain't gonna lie
I say, I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie
I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie
I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie
I ain't gonna lie
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I see all my homeboys here, so let me put my gun up
Price on ya head, where do I get rung up?
I be with scumbags, all about that humbug
While n***as savin' hoes like dun, dun, dun, dun, dun
Choke ya a** with nunchuks, trunk full of blum blums
Young Money, young guns, heroes, unsung
Give that b**h pom poms, touch down my n***a
Sittin' on my money, a junk pile my n***a
Don't come 'round my n***as, don't come 'round my n***a
We ballin, never commend dumb fouls my n***a
We been hustling since Mike Tyson Punch Out my n***a
Feds listenin', okay, that's enough about my n***as
Yeah, sippin' on a little sumin' sumin', mind ya business
Got these hoes waitin' while I'm doin' calisthenics
And she give me head while her lips movin' a mile a minute
And that b**h you kissin' on just came out the clinic, I ain't lyin'
n***a I ain't finished, smokin' on that good weed
What's that scent? -- not a penny
Montana, Corleone, Capone, Gotti, Nitti
I can't show 'em how I do it, now only how I did it
Lil Tunechi
[Hook:]
[Verse 2: French Montana]
My dogs stick together like new money
Gettin' new money before the blue money
From the grave to the charts, shorty a** in the front
Rose from the ashes, she flickin' the blunt
Talkin' roof of the trunk, skip school, Ferris Bueller
Hop out with the Smith & Wesson, don't front
Shorty dyin' for the money and the j**els, lord
Put diamonds in the sole of her shoes, lord
Had a dream about a dream, suit to the sewer
I ain't count days, let my days countin' truly
All I wanted was a space ship chain dangle
No money in her pocket, f**ed her on the pool table
Wash my sins while I'm washin' money
Talkin' sh**, yeah n***a, fish tale of the fishscale
Ray Charles all black big versace shades
Malcolm X double up, yeah n***a, domino
Put the plan in motion, tints say I'm ghostin'
Twat, tannin' lotion, yacht, Atlantic ocean
Straight to his head, talkin' Reggie Miller sh**
Run up on ya yacht on the water, Captain Phillips sh**
We be smokin' on some water sh**
Swingin' iron Golf of Mexico drug dealership (Haaan!)
[Hook:]