These Bitches (feat. French Montana) - Curren$y

On it, your bitch callin'

Says she on a pill, and she rollin dawg

She want it all night long

Straight cash all I want

Them doors go up on that Lam'

Bitches suckin' over, no hand

She want me spend this cash, I won’t

I just hit that pussy, now I’m gone

Too much goin' on to think about

I just need some good head, baby think it out

I slam doors on your favorite whores

Niggas loss and won some niggas won and lost

Can’t run, nigga pray

Toast up for my niggas, make a milli off the yay

Them nightmares come true fast

Shinin' on your TV nigga, newsflash

School of hard knocks, pocket all knots

And that small box make a young nigga grow fast

Montana, fast money with a slow ass

You fuck niggas thinkin' with your old ass

What’s in my pocket is your whole stack

I’m ridin' slow you niggas talkin fast

Rollin, nigga pop a bill and I’m rollin'

600 a bottle, bring ten

No sparklers, too much attention

Drawin' stalkers, bitches be fishin' for ballers

I’m bossin', New Orleans, Ferraris,

Bentleys to Monte Carlos, El Caminos, Impalas

Dissapearin' with your broad at three in the mornin'

Penthouse, hotel room cards, big dawg

Underground rap star, I can’t lay down too long baby

Plus I know your man’s at home goin' crazy

And in my world you know the game ain’t waitin'

For no nigga who puttin' pussy before paper

So prepare your makeup and have your alibi made up

I hate to be the reason you and old boy break up

I wake up, bake up, nighttime smoke the stage up

Countin' cake up, good time

Oh my Montana, Andretti, Coke Wave

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