French Montana - Handstand lyrics
[Intro: French Montana, Doja Cat] (Pooh, you a fool for this one) (Hitmaka) (Go, Grizz) Montana, yeah [Chorus: Doja Cat, French Montana, Saweetie] You need a project b*tch, a hood rat b*tch (Haan) One don't give a fu*k and say she took that dick You need a project b*tch, a hood rat b*tch Twerkin' up in traffic on some hood rat sh*t (Alright) I got your man throwin' bands Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Yeah, alright) I got your man throwin' bands (Throwin' bands) Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Haan) (Alright) [Post-Chorus: French Montana, Saweetie, Doja Cat] I need a project b*tch, a hood rat b*tch One don't give a fu*k and say she took that dick (Alright) I need a project b*tch, a hood rat b*tch Twerkin' up in traffic on some hunchback sh*t (Montana) [Verse 1: French Montana, Saweetie] Catch me in a wagon, red, one-fifty (Fifty) Red bottoms, got the floor sticky (Sticky) You know my trigger, three-quarters just to hide the blicky Run, Ricky (Woo), now he dippin' through the avenue French, comment allez-vous ? Ratchet and the baddest She want carats, feast (Alright) Wagons, flicks (Alright) Bad b*tch, freak, ratchet, bеast Get your hands up, tell 'em, "Gеt your bands up" (Swish) I be KD, shootin', get your hands up (Alright) Let me kick it, like Jamaicans, I don't lick it I just pull up with the ticket David Copperfield, I trick it (Haan) She wanna make the whole thing disappear proper And hold it in her hand like an Oscar [Chorus: Doja Cat, French Montana, Saweetie] You need a project b*tch, a hood rat b*tch (Haan) One don't give a fu*k and say she took that dick You need a project b*tch, a hood rat b*tch Twerkin' up in traffic on some hood rat sh*t (Alright) I got your man throwin' bands Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Yeah, alright) I got your man throwin' bands (Throwin' bands) Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Haan) (Alright) [Verse 2: Doja Cat] He need a sex symbol, he need some sexual (Yeah) I need a ni**a who be fu*kin' up my edge control (Yeah) He need a stripper-type of body, need it flexible He like it thick like she ignorin' all her vegetables (Yeah) I just put this pussy all over his face tattoos Got him pullin' on my wig, like, what this lace can't do? And if he got a lotta options, he should weigh them too I give him real fat ass with some fake bamboo (Huh) [Verse 3: Saweetie] I want a hundred ni**as on they knees eatin' my pussy (Alright) I wanna see 'em on my timeline tweetin' they love me (Alright) Tell baby, "Lift my legs up like I'm wearin' a Huggie" Kitty always knock him out, ooh, that poor little puppy Triple sevens on my credit score, a b*tch must be lucky (Uh-huh) Tell daddy, "Order me some oysters with a side of that nuggies" (Okay) So where them project ni**as with them big ass figures? (Mm) I'm a high-class b*tch, need a big bag spender (Mwah) [Chorus: Doja Cat, French Montana, Saweetie] You need a project b*tch, a hood rat b*tch (Haan) One don't give a fu*k and say she took that dick You need a project b*tch, a hood rat b*tch Twerkin' up in traffic on some hood rat sh*t (Alright) I got your man throwin' bands Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Yeah, alright) I got your man throwin' bands (Throwin' bands) Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Haan) (Alright) [Post-Chorus: French Montana, Saweetie, Doja Cat] I need a project b*tch, a hood rat b*tch One don't give a fu*k and say she took that dick (Alright) I need a project b*tch, a hood rat b*tch Twerkin' up in traffic on some hunchback sh*t (Montana)