[Hook: French Montana] On it, your bitch calling Said she on a pill and she rolling, dog She want it all night long Straight cash, all I want Them doors go up on that Lam' Bitches sucking over, no hand She want me spend this cash all on her I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone
[Verse 1: French Montana] Too much gone, all to think about I just need some good head, baby think it out I slam doors on your favorite whore's Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost Can't run, nigga pray Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off a day Them nightmares come true fast Shining on your T.V. nigga, newsflash School of hard knock, pocket all knots In that small box, making young niggas roll fast Montana, fast money with a slow ass You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass What's in my pocket is your hoes? I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast Rolling, nigga popped a pill and I'm rolling
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[Verse 2: Curren$y] Six-hundred a bottle, bring ten No sparkler's, too much attention Drawing stalkers, bitches be fishing for baller's I'm bossing, New Orleans Ferrari's, Bentley's To Monte Carlo's, El Camino's, Impala's 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 mans at home going crazy And in my world you know the game ain't waiting For no nigga putting pussy before paper's 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 Oh my Montana, Andretti coke wave Jet Life
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