[Verse 1: Max B] I seen it all before Fuck standin' on the block Nigga, we leanin' on your door Leanin' with the 4 Bumpin' everything [?] [?] Bet you come uh, come around Bet mama come around, cuz its barbeque Show her little love, it ain't hard to do Dour lets go spark a funk Gots keep these bitches satisfied Gotta serenade Chop 'em up and carrot cake [?] you the marinate Whisper sexy thing in your ear Like I'm doin' you Baby girl, who cute as you? Baby love the Cru and juice Told her not to mix it, drink it straight That it give you lip Even that'd get the dick Even without a good pick, on your camera phone O'Shay, that's the cannon chrome Should have left the hammer home [?] They shot me dead in the street Lucky it all a dream
[Hook: Max B]
[Verse 2: French Montana] Them young niggas bossin' Fuck [?] the [?] We don't ask prices Drive no license Run through the red light Jewels like the headlight You know we do it for the niggas doin' fed life Like a reindeer runnin' through the snow Me and Max like Phoenix in the Super Bowl Deliver the pieces Move with them heaters And we don't keep it real Nigga, we really keep it Nigga, treat the game like a whore with no panties on Nigga, fuck it live with the cameras on Go on beat(?) your camera phone [?] Nigga photogenic [?] Max told me tell 'em, I'm a tell 'em But this shit raw And them Coke Wave boys gon' sell 'em Niggas steady grindin' from the first to the first And they say, what's God playin' on me, curse Coke Wave!
[Hook]
[Verse] Yeah, so now I got that ride That Henny makes me click(?) Sour got me high, power conquer divide Watch me drink with my enemies Rock 'em all to sleep, like a lullaby Know I got an alibi Know I got a pal of mine Gimme what I need Got them stadiums for 34 [?] these bitches dirty whore Money, bitches, 34 Titties all so firm Let me squeeze 'em till I see some milkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
