French Montana - Stylin' On You lyrics

I be stylin on you haters, Tell your main b**h see you later [Hook] (x2) I be stylin on you haters Tell your main b**h I'll see her later Before the deal ________________ I shoot for the k** Coke boy bonafied cop [Verse One: French Montana] Came back 10 fold Maybach 10 hoes A fifth of hen, 10 O's Stay down 10 toes When that money coming fast I ain't gotta rob Montana Ballin like Oscar Rob, ask your broad Watch her climb off the pole let the a** bounce Top off the whole crew, that's what I call a head count f** humble, triple double on these fake n***as Hundred rounds ….. Just to wake n***as up Shake n***as up Hole like 45 plates just to shake this is up Throw that money up never been ashamed Crib 4 acres yell f**in haters [Hook] [Verse Two: Flip] The word on the streets that the n***a cokeboy flip hit his head right Certified street n***a with his bread right If im speeding through your hood with no headlights Better grip up motherf**er cause it's a lead night Flip in d** yeah c**aine gang sh** about to blow up, fire and propane Tell your b**h im straight Took her to the crib she on her knees blowing the whole gang You out of line I had you looking like the japanese Under pressure under water, beg the lord can you breathe My n***a splat keep his ….. On You gon see the next movement with the cla** of the young [Hook] [Verse Three: Chinx Drugz] I be stylin on you haters Tell your main b**h I see her later We getting money that's a Outta town well respected im the boss money player New couple black and grey like the raiders Try to go back and forth like a f**in If they don't get me now they get me later Coke boys run new york more clock then the mayor Ive been putting work in overtime Young face but I was graced with an older grind They sneaking cheap shots but I resupply _________________ twist of lime These n***as slippin on they pimpin get your b**h in line Chinx Drugz squad up each an every time Fo sho maine, good night