Harry Fraud - These b**hes lyrics

[Hook: French Montana] On it, your b**h calling Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawwwg She want it all night long Straight cash, all I want Them doors go up on that Lam' b**h could s** it off with no hands She want me spend this cash, I won't I just hit that p**y, now I'm gone [Verse 1: French Montana] Too much going to think about I just need some good head, baby think it out I slam doors on your favorite who*es n***as lost and won, some n***as won and lost Can't run, n***a pray Toast up for my n***as, make a milli' off a yay Them nightmares come true fast Shining on your T.V. n***a, newsflash School of hard knock, pocket all knots In that small box, making young n***as roll fast Montana, fast money witcha' slow a** You f** n***as stinking with your old a** What's in my pocket is your Whole stash I'm riding slow, these n***as talking fast Rolling n***a popped a pill and I'm rolling [Hook] [Verse 2: Curren$y] Six hundred a bottle, bring ten No sparklers, too much attention, drawing stalkers b**hes be fishing for ballers I'm bossing, New Orleans, Ferraris, Bentleys To Monte Carlos, El Caminos, Impalas Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning Penthouse, hotel room cards Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down too long baby Plus I know your man's at home going crazy And in my world you know the game ain't waiting For no n***a putting p**y before papers So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup I wake up, bake up Night time, smoke the stage up Counting cake up Good time all mine Montana, Andretti coke wave Jet Life [Hook]