Max B: We gon' throw it out just to fuck up they single {snickers} Coke Wave version Owwwww We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww Ow baby I got these Byrdgang bitches, they can't stand me Jimmy mad that Chrissy touched it in Miami All my flows top of the line, I need a Grammy After my shows, all the hoes throw me they panties Keep a semi-auto, it be coming in handy Hol' on, hol' on Lemme switch and get on Biggavell's shit Hit the switch, niggaz try to kill me While I was dosin' off and falling asleep See this nigga he crawling on his knees We ordered the V's, and boycotted Ballin' on the T's Now he be tryna get the loot, but don't nobody listen to his shit Bigga, he got a bigger dick Yessur, ridin' like an expert, can't nobody fuck wit' him It's funny, hear his new miss is in love wit' him Homo, sit it on your promo Oh no, nigga here come the po-po "Hit it slow-mo" is what she telling me, "lemme feel every inch" Baby was very tense "Bigga, all we need is a 5th of Cru, get us in the mood" He comin', better tell his niggaz to move
French Montana: We pop champagne like Obama won the campaign Do the damn thang Lil mama, do your lip gloss thing Deepthroat, till you start chokang Sneak-niggaz get put in a coffin Me and Max like Deniro and Rostine Flow like water, Poland Spring Watch them Coke Wave niggaz do the damn thing Hol', hol' up Pac Lemme switch to my macaroni with the cheese Let's rock French Monatana and Biggavelli Got a black ski mask and a black skelly I'll get 'em buried in a cemetary Just make sure there's money in my commisary Dem Coke Wave niggaz, they run the city And stop asking me about the nigga Jimmy You see them fuck-niggaz lookin' real scary Running around town tryna black-ball me Hahaha, how you gon' try to black-ball me Fuck-nigga, think I don't know 'bout you Puttin' them cars to Joey I.E. Asylum and all them niggaz Tellin' them niggaz don't give us no money How the niggaz ain't gon' give us no money and you selling 16000 I sell that three days when I drop nigga Max sell that when he drop first week nigga How the fuck you try to black-ball us You can't black-ball us Go check that new Don Diva You top seller? Nigga I'm the top seller in the muthafuckin' country nigga And I got my London boys, they'll tell you I'll sell 16000 over there, and this beat was wack We still bodied it Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout man We run the city nigga You ain't gon' give us them checks, we gon' take 'em Fuck-ass niggaz Owwwww
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French Montana: We pop champagne like Obama won the campaign Do the damn thang Lil mama, do your lip gloss thing Deepthroat, till you start chokang Sneak-niggaz get put in a coffin Me and Max like Deniro and Rostine Flow like water, Poland Spring Watch them Coke Wave niggaz do the damn thing Hol', hol' up Pac Lemme switch to my macaroni with the cheese Let's rock French Monatana and Biggavelli Got a black ski mask and a black skelly I'll get 'em buried in a cemetary Just make sure there's money in my commisary Dem Coke Wave niggaz, they run the city And stop asking me about the nigga Jimmy You see them fuck-niggaz lookin' real scary Running around town tryna black-ball me Hahaha, how you gon' try to black-ball me Fuck-nigga, think I don't know 'bout you Puttin' them cars to Joey I.E. Asylum and all them niggaz Tellin' them niggaz don't give us no money How the niggaz ain't gon' give us no money and you selling 16000 I sell that three days when I drop nigga Max sell that when he drop first week nigga How the fuck you try to black-ball us You can't black-ball us Go check that new Don Diva You top seller? Nigga I'm the top seller in the muthafuckin' country nigga And I got my London boys, they'll tell you I'll sell 16000 over there, and this beat was wack We still bodied it Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout man We run the city nigga You ain't gon' give us them checks, we gon' take 'em Fuck-ass niggaz Owwwww
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