DJ Mustard - Thrilla In Manilla lyrics

[Intro] Goddamn where the shones at? Goddamn where the shones at? [Hook: French Montana & (Ace Hood)] Came with my n***as but I'm leaving with my b**hes Came with my n***as but I'm leaving with my b**hes Came with my n***as but I'm leaving with my b**hes Came with my n***as but I'm leaving with my b**hes (Beat it up beat it up) yea thrilla in Manila (Beat it up beat it up) yea thrilla in Manila (Beat it up beat it up) yea thrilla in Manila (Beat it up beat it up) yea thrilla in Manila [Verse 1: French Montana] Hit em with the bat, pull up like a Mac Met her at the front but I hit it from the back Off top, Porsche with off top Shine like a bald spot, garage like car lot Came from the hard knoxs, Sean Carter on them b**hes Ballin like nino in the carter on them b**hes Rolling up a smoke then I pour a lil liquor Then I kidnap ya b**h, you be callin she dont pick up f**in up her make-up, molly and a drinker Talk 100 chain b**h had to link up I ain't f**in undercovers but I'm f**in up her walls My arm all covered talkin John Wall I'm a beast in the east, 100 chains on Roll with them pushas and I ain't Big Sean (boi!) Brown bag spender I had ya main b**h trendin Then pa** to my dawg I dont catch feelins [Hook] [Verse 2: Tyga] T-k**a, 8 figure n***a Skinny tires on the drop but my b**h a** bigga I'm a home field hitta, you a play the bench n***a Got a b**h french vanilla, said my n***a french iller One man thrilla, the diabolical dealer I eat hoes for dinner, T-Raww carving they Denim n***a all in they feelings, I call em b**hes they women I'm throwin money to Christ I know this can't be sinnin, one minute I bought it before they can rent it These pills hard as adrenaline, f** it son continuous Can't be actin timid, the cars a quarter million I'm far from being far close to broke n***as No witness, you need a motherf**er two seater Gettin money outta state so long need a visa Shout out my n***a Mally Mall house with the cheetah She gon s** dick and then she gon eat it cuz I [Hook]