[Intro - French Montana] Number One Draft Pick French, Maino Eighty, what up? Coke Boy! [Hook - French Montana] Told you don't play with my dough When we run down on you and it's no where to go Now give em the rope, now give me your chain Now give me your watch, now give me your rings (Montana!) Coke's damn near 40 and n***as rapping damn near 40, god damn! [Verse 1 - French Montana] I'm from the bottom Where the n***as say and tell you every thing about him n***as owe and they wanna see me fold But you know c**aine over one million sold Bootleg, Soundscan, barcode Hi hater, my guns from Al-Queda Duck for cover, dickhead Or get breast-fed, s** ya mudda I catch him alone, red dot on his nose I pack four heaters like the top of the stove Montana, first draft, bandana for a mask Book a n***a and send god the first half [Hook - French Montana] Told you dont play with my dough When we run down on you and it's no where to go Now give em the rope, now give me your chain Now give me your watch, now give me your rings (Montana!) Coke's damn near 40 and n***as rapping damn near 40, god damn! [Verse 2 - Maino] My man Yeah, wa**up french, these fake n***as like flies Hustle hard You know what I'm about, yeah you know what I'm about n***a Yeah i move..come on man You can tell exactly how I'm moving how i do it, i don't give a f** Look at me and look at them you can see i'm different yup Ask the street about me, them n***as say i'm real as f** Two time felon, still dealing, i don't get enough I ain't with this rap sh**, I be on my g son Real n***as outnumbered, 99 to damn one More people to k**, so I done bought a bigger gun From two blocks down, I can hit a n***a's lung Y'all don't really want play, we can do this all day Homie it's nothing, cause to me you n***as all gay I don't have no rap friends, my n***as in that max pen
In that big yard, mess hall, all packed in Hustle hard baby, grind up and get busy Turned crack money into c**aine city These rap n***as they don't want it with me Ask Red, he don't want it with me [Hook - French Montana] Told you dont play with my dough When we run down on you and it's no where to go Now give em the rope, now give me your chain Now give me your watch, now give me your rings (Montana!) Coke's damn near 40 and n***as rapping damn near 40, god damn! [Verse 3 - Max B] Coke wave Got you Frenchy baby It's your boy Boss Don I gotta say my sh** too Maccaroni with the cheese, Gain Greene Fiends sayin that we got good coke We the only n***as that got good coke How many you want, how many you need Man we bail out, motherf** police n***a we the streets So many styles I could loot from Six million ways to die you can choose one But I'ma give you the option of three Don't nobody else pop like me Get a b**h in the back of the car and lay pipe like me Maxi, call me a taxi Relax baby [?], got an automatic, too much running makes you a rabbit, jagged, [?] Better you motherf** like a dentist And i riddle anything that could knock a day off my sentence I gave you n***as the faith to go above and beyond They loving the songs we on Won't Go Far, Straight Cash, Hole In A n***a They got a hole on it, Bigga Acting like i was supposed to fall off, but the timing was right He's having the time of his life Spending all his money on j**elry and vehicles Turned so vivid It should seem clear to you Dare you to f** with the boss don biggavel, b**h n***a please These byrd b**hes history, oww! Count that sh** We gettin' money How the f** you think i pay them lawyers that about to drag Your a** to the court n***a we here to stay