French Montana - Know That lyrics

[Hook: French Montana] Call 'em mister, never get your ho back Hunned grands I throw that Never get your ho back Hunned grands I throw that Never get your ho back Hunned grands, I throw that Never get your ho back Know that, know that Never get your ho back Know that, know that Never get your ho back [Verse 1: 2 Pistols] Coke boy before rap, it's blood money, but you know that Better cuff your ho, cause I snatch it bro I'll have her s**ing dick in that maybach They were hating on me, that payback Keep that thang on me stay strapped Throwing money, 10 racks, your ho f**ing, asap My swisher loud n***a, I can't hear a thing I lick that p**y ball like mister clean My cup muddy boy I'm on that f**in' lean 2 pistols, but what's my nick name [Hook: French Montana] [Verse 2: French Montana] Thousand chains, fresh, she call that One more flow back Bullets hit you colder mister Never get your ho back f** that b**h cause steak up All that grind, got the cake up Get so high, might never wake up Put it in the pot, bread to break up Got the streets you know that Their respect you owe that Pay a fall, better ho, cause my n***as grow that Put on n***as head, serving n***as cold Colds, iced out, like you seen the … [Hook: French Montana] [Verse 3: 2 Pistols] Man your ho wanna s** a n***a Man your ho wanna f** a n***a I hit it then I quit it Hasta la vista, Arnold Schwarzenegger Semiautomatic, both pistols I ball, you a broke n***a Winter time, chinchilla Wine and dine, I'm a pimp n***a Rolex on my arm cost a whole brick I chucked a whole bomb, then I scoop your b**h You thought that she was at work, she was on my dick 2 pistols, but what's my nick name [Hook: French Montana]