French Montana - It was all good lyrics

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French Montana - It was all good lyrics

Hard up, thinking bout the best move next Light f** jet blue, I need a blue jet Never underestimate the underdog green (Damn sir, where'd you find this?) Best thing came about to your feast Came up, what a hell of a man 4-4, long nose, call me elephant man Drag the n***as from the bottom to the bottom, homie I could tell From crabs in the bucket to the last to tell Back in my little room shack, work flipping the back n***a trippin the set, I gotta lick here 9 inch show by the brick hell Like f** good day, this a good year Every day get paid, straight hustle Club full of bad b**hes, we're all on em Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Triple double, triple double, triple double Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Get me on the court and I'm Troubling the exotic sports car, no top Something gorgeous inside it, aksing if she could drive it They don't make this for novice, they make these for pilots On wheels, 3 piece stainless steel Hater tryna throw mud, it's love I came out standing steel What's really real when these b**hes behaving Like in air force all s** crazy My home girl molly came got it poppin I'm just watchin, pullin the lighter from my back pocket like they had karate She won't kick it, sit by me Come over to the crib, get hit by me Woke er up and told er get that money to them lanes You were sent by me, it's jet life over here partner And plus nobody I know got popped in New orleans where I be, smoking pot with your hoes Avoid potholes on these streets, I am dreaded Every day get paid, straight hustle Club full of bad b**hes, we're all on em Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Triple double, triple double, triple double Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Today was a good day, great day Yea, it was a pay day So make way for motherf**ers only bout that gray day Making money now, what the f** you talkin bout When these b**hes start trippin we just lock em out Gotta bounce, and that's a regular day For that independent rap sh** I'm paving the way They hatin away that I'm bathing in a Hustler coming for your neck, better make your escape I came in sh**tin, real grain grippin b**hes on that kobain, c**aine sniffin But they just on a quest to be some rock stars We party hard and we duckin from them cop cars This mac miller, montana Smoking blunts, bad b**hes on camera Took a second and got tatted on my neck and hands You don't got another music, respect the man

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