French Montana - On Everything lyrics

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French Montana - On Everything lyrics

[Hook: French Montana] Count your wings, cut your losses Some n***as win some and some in coffins Boxed up in the pen [?] Drinking all this Henn' got me nauseous But I'm still that n***a that you remember from the box Made a couple M's and I bought a couple houses Still got them shooters that be down from them profits And they do it all for them dollars, on everything That's on everything And I'm on everything Weed, pills, liquor, lean, n***a I'm on everything And them b**hes doing everything [Verse 1: Belly] Money on the counter, f** a money counter She ain't about it, give a f** about her Give her rosé, she don't want flowers Turn a trump tower to an after hours Every night, every night, we could do this on any night This sh** changed my life, I was always down and afraid of heights Bought a penthouse, a few private flights Now my mileage like, say a [?] Now I'm walking round in my Gucci robe And I'm f**ing hoes in my tighty whites, b**h nighty night I'm high as a kite, I'm Rowdy Piper, I'll probably pipe her like once or twice then goodbye for life You'll probably wife her and pay in full like Mekhi Phifer With a pound of rice, I'm cool as hell I'm hot as [?] in a Coupe de Ville I'm like dynamite, that's Snoop for real My hoes down for life, you just around for life [Hook: French Montana] Count your wings, cut your losses Some n***as win some and [?] some Boxed up in the pen [?] Drinking all this Henn' got me nauseous But I'm still that n***a that you remember from the box Made a couple M's and I bought a couple houses Still got them shooters that be down from them profits And they do it all for them dollars, on everything That's on everything And I'm on everything Weed, pills, liquor, lean, n***a I'm on everything And them b**hes doing everything [Verse 2: French Montana] Hundred round drums like a marching band Got the trap jumping like [?] b**hes bust it open when I pop a band Frenchy Montana n***a, hologram My dog m**m rocking Jesus piece Caught a lick, broke down, hundred grand a piece Lean got me slipping on that p**y Got ten mils for her cushion Rich n***as don't spend a dollar Strawberry shortcake n***as ain't want no problem Talking black ops, helicopters Hella' port, hella' choppers [Hook: French Montana] Count your wings, cut your losses Some n***as win some and [?] some Boxed up in the pen [?] Drinking all this Henn' got me nauseous But I'm still that n***a that you remember from the box Made a couple M's and I bought a couple houses Still got them shooters that be down from them profits And they do it all for them dollars, on everything That's on everything And I'm on everything Weed, pills, liquor, lean, n***a I'm on everything And them b**hes doing everything

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