Dave Taylor - Throw It In The Bag lyrics

[Hook] x2 Ba** lines and cars anything fast Humping on my leg, yo I'm on my f**in' gla** Makin' money last, hide it in a flask Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag Make your money last, hide it in the back Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag Ba** lines and cars anything fast Know who I am, I run this f**in' club [Verse 1: French Montana] Whip, whip, whippin' up a lick Whip, whip, whippin' up a whip b**h I been a problem (problem), b**h I been a pilot Talkin' microfiber, Medusa on my body Garage like a dealer, '02 Reggie Miller They come in to squash it, we come in to k** it (hah) She bust it wide open then she popped a pill (hah) Make that roof disappear, David Copperfield Sippin' on that Henn, I be sippin' on that 'Roc I be stuntin' on them M's, I came straight off that block And I pull up in that Mulsanne, all red like I'm Luo' Deng All my j**elry blu-ray, f** boy it's a new day (hah) [Hook] [Verse 2: Chinx Drugz] Uh, that game of rap don't play with (play with) Came up, I Rose like Jalen 100 deep how we came in (what) Throwin' signs like we Masons Ho this here ain't no haven Coke boy, yes I'm their favorite (that's right) Snatch the gravel under your feet, I'm removing the pavement Headshot that 'rari, brainless Same crib Saddam Hussein lives Blood diamonds all in my bracelet f** you and them hoes you came with (bow) Snatch your fish out the water Candid camera record her Yellow gold for my haters Purple drink we the Lakers Know we keep it twizzy on the scale in Smell the weed n***a like Sebastian I could tell fear Fresh once it's Bel-Air Look what I smell here p**y on these n***as, nope that's your b**h she just live here {Coke Boy, baby} [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] Gotta keep it a hunnid, K.O.D.'s spendin' hunnid Willy on them hoes, tell 'em give me head with a helmet Money all I hear, b**hes all in my ear Can't you see I'm high? California Honey on them hoes, kidnap your b**h You put black sand in her toes, black Marilyn Monroe, n***a Don't you play with no hoes, [?] into that role Cocaine Kurt Cobain, shorty playin' with her nose Fast life I chose, fast cars we drove Bad hoes, bad fros, face down they go Tip-toin' that money, I stack six floors of them hundreds I got six stories of that money, coke boys we run it, Montana [Hook] [Break: French Montana] Tell them hoes I'll holler, stacks I got f** you pay me, that's my motto Tell them hoes I'll holler, stacks I got f** you pay me, that's my motto [Hook]