Dame Grease - We Run NY lyrics

[Produced by Dame Grease] Goon Musik Dame Grease, French Montana Talk to 'em, baby (I know you like that) [Hook: French Montana] I walk like, talk like Money, money, money You can smell it in my breath when I talk Goon Musik, we run New York [Verse 1: French Montana] Your resume, featherweight Homie, let us demonstrate Flows let 'em meditate Got work in every state Cut 'em up, bag 'em up, every shape, every day Get money, f** what a n***a say What you see you never say You call the law, Montana know to ball Hot in my watch from Audemar Leave 'em 6 feet, for my n***a Dame Grease Then drive off, bumping Big Mike: Goon Musik no.3 A lotta weight, a lotta grind Outta sight, outta mind Homie f** the other side Never let the drama slide I'm in the S550 with about five 50's Of the sour, tell 'em cowards come get me My shawty rock Dolce, cold shape Body ridin' shotgun in the Cadi Hit the telly for a short stay Call me 4 hours, take a shower, get dressed Goon Musik, can't stop this thing of ours We the best, Coke Boy! [Hook x2: French Montana] [Verse 2: Dame Grease] Now poppa was a pimp, a player Mom, it was a decent story(?) Get that money everyday Take your b**h, yeah we slaughter Money that I'm stack-in' Always keep the chrome spinnin' Rims right, oh so round Now be my Goon chick for the night She love the taste, I love the smell Touch her where she never tell Bend her well, bend her right You her girlfriend for the night Maxy got that Beamy B Frenchy got that Cadi thing Greasey love to switch them songs Tommy guns, stack your funs Call me Grease, there ain't no other Swagger like a motherf**er Pimp your mom, smack your brother Even f** your baby mother Don't be rude gettin' that moolah Got a co*ky attitude Lead this sh**, love this life Now ya pipin' homeboy's wife It's on tonight, better heard me right Must I say it again, layin' pipe to homeboy's wife Here coochie tight, her coochie right She drunk the mug, and then she give me [?] [Hook x2: French Montana] (It's yo boy Biggavel, let's go) [Verse 3: Max B] Handsome man, s**y guy First to the club then next we slide Blow a couple Newports and next we be high Dip the FBI, cuz they coming fast b**h think love, all I want is her a** (that's all I want) And that tempo, can it be oh so simple? Feed me more, fix my hair Look b**h, gimme gotchu there You at the bottom now Homes and the robe I got 'em now Got that kid back from the time She slipped me for them benjis, made it twerk She's a devil in a miniskirt, mini purse Benzs, Beamers, Jags, b**hes fiendin' get me a** Cuz I'm high, come and f** this dick One hit, mommy was in love with it (she loved) Like d** with it Can't get stuff then I cut up a nick That's that wave, Biggaveli I'm lovin' it (Oww oww) [Hook x2: French Montana]