French Montana - Cash Only lyrics

[Verse 1: French Montana] Thousand chain Frenchie Kodak Want my flow back Bullets hit cha call him mister never get ya ho back 100 grams I throw that And yo b**h I stole that b**hes pray to the wave true religion throw back Got the streets you know that That respect you owe that Paying fold to the hov cuz my n***as grow that Foot on n***as neck, serving n***as coke Cross iced out like you seen him with the pope f** the beef cook and steak up All that grind got to cake up Get so high might never wake up Put it in a pop break the brick up Chunky on the leg, shot my n***a trae Wild safari in the closet n***a f** a Mink I'm a product of that product in a pot Hole hit you from the roof turn ya cope to a drop road Montanna dave distribute like Fontana spray like All in for da tray ,Coke [Hook] Never get ya ho back, 100 grams I throw that X3 Work Work Work Work Work.. Twerk b**h [Verse 2] Hateing on me, its all good Funk n***as, its all good Lay it down, send her home, she got a man but she told me its all good Overtime, its all good Weekends, its all good Eating Foie Gras Drinking white wine, trust me its all good Damn Juda that boy really trying to skyscrape Throw it in play to win, coldgame high stakes Annihilating competition, dope dilate your vision n***as hibernate im wide awake so f** you pay attention Enviroment im living kinda shady but I risen Parifornia with my n***as, somewhere foreign trying to get it I hustle smarter not harder I don't need a sponsor Dope Uncut like a virgin, Pre Madonna [Hook] [Bridge] SFC NYC all the way out to Paris [Hook End]