Curren$y - These b**hes lyrics

[Hook: French Montana] On it, your b**h 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’ b**hes s**ing over, no hand She want me spend this cash all on her I just hit that p**y, 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 who*e’s n***as lost and won, some n***as won and lost Can’t run, n***a pray Toast up for my n***as, make a milli’ off a day sponsored links Them nightmares come true fast Shining on your T.V. n***a, newsflash School of hard knock, pocket all knots In that small box, making young n***as roll fast Montana, fast money with a slow a** You f** n***as stinking with your old a** What’s in my pocket is your hoes ? I’m riding slow, these n***as talking fast Rolling, n***a 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, b**hes 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 n***a putting p**y 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]