French Montana - I Ain't Gonna Lie lyrics

[Intro: Foreign Girl (French Montana)] (What's your favorite drug?) I like MDMA, quite a lot of this (What about c**aine?) I like c**aine, but sometimes When I take too much c**aine, it makes me very cold (Yeah?) I don't like that And the last week, I took so much c**aine I was sleeping the whole Sunday, and I wake up on Monday (Puff told me "they gon' love you, baby But that money might drive you crazy", haaaanh) [Hook: French Montana] And I ain't gonna lie You be smokin', I be drinkin', I ain't gonna lie I just need some bad b**hes, I ain't gonna lie We ain't never had sh**, I ain't gonna lie Wallahi we made it, I ain't gonna lie (I ain't lying) I ain't gonna lie I say, I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I see all my homeboys here, so let me put my gun up Price on ya head, where do I get rung up? I be with scumbags, all about that humbug While n***as savin' hoes like dun, dun, dun, dun, dun Choke ya a** with nunchuks, trunk full of blum blums Young Money, young guns, heroes, unsung Give that b**h pom poms, touch down my n***a Sittin' on my money, a junk pile my n***a Don't come 'round my n***as, don't come 'round my n***a We ballin, never commend dumb fouls my n***a We been hustling since Mike Tyson Punch Out my n***a Feds listenin', okay, that's enough about my n***as Yeah, sippin' on a little sumin' sumin', mind ya business Got these hoes waitin' while I'm doin' calisthenics And she give me head while her lips movin' a mile a minute And that b**h you kissin' on just came out the clinic, I ain't lyin' n***a I ain't finished, smokin' on that good weed What's that scent? -- not a penny Montana, Corleone, Capone, Gotti, Nitti I can't show 'em how I do it, now only how I did it Lil Tunechi [Hook:] [Verse 2: French Montana] My dogs stick together like new money Gettin' new money before the blue money From the grave to the charts, shorty a** in the front Rose from the ashes, she flickin' the blunt Talkin' roof of the trunk, skip school, Ferris Bueller Hop out with the Smith & Wesson, don't front Shorty dyin' for the money and the j**els, lord Put diamonds in the sole of her shoes, lord Had a dream about a dream, suit to the sewer I ain't count days, let my days countin' truly All I wanted was a space ship chain dangle No money in her pocket, f**ed her on the pool table Wash my sins while I'm washin' money Talkin' sh**, yeah n***a, fish tale of the fishscale Ray Charles all black big versace shades Malcolm X double up, yeah n***a, domino Put the plan in motion, tints say I'm ghostin' Twat, tannin' lotion, yacht, Atlantic ocean Straight to his head, talkin' Reggie Miller sh** Run up on ya yacht on the water, Captain Phillips sh** We be smokin' on some water sh** Swingin' iron Golf of Mexico drug dealership (Haaan!) [Hook:]