Eif Rivera - Said N Done lyrics

[Intro] (After) After it's said n' done (Laughter) I regret even going [Hook: French Montana] Oh my god, oh my god Blocka, blocka, big up, big up It's the Coke Boy n***a with the A$AP Mob Oh my god, oh my god I see ‘em hatin' on the boy huh? ‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh? [Verse 1: French Montana & A$AP Rocky] Oh my god, oh my god But you couldn't f** with the flow I got City just turned into the old Iraq Pretty motherf**er just stole my thot Oh my god, oh my god Wake up, wake up, it's a stick up, stick up Look up, look up, it's a stick up, stick up I'ma show you power of the mula I put a sundress on your shooter Man they turned their back on your boy huh? You trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh? My god, oh my god (Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now) Took a little time off I'm back up on my grind Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes Skeet skeet, skkrt, c**aine for the b**hes Chain tucked in cause I came for the business Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes Back in the day streets was paved with syringes Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges (After) After it's said n' done (Laughter) I regret even going I heard them boys callin' up the boys huh? And they showing up to court huh? Dirty money, ain't in the Forbes huh [Bridge: French Montana] Love my b**h, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot Taught the b**h, oh my, oh my Gotta spend a whole lot Oh my god, oh my god [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot Couple things clinging on us, b**h it's coming out Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring 'em out Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot When it drop out, n***a hop out Don't you know the loud mouth get you stomped out? Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay Got the b**h with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah Does the chain swing on me now? Harlem World will lay you down, made me down [Verse 3: French Montana] Go hard or you go home She love it when I hit her with my robe on I couldn't ball, had to hit the stove We talkin' raw white, California Rolls We talkin' top down, California hoes We talkin' small sandals, got her on her toes I don't ask twice for the tongue Word to ISIS, I'm the bomb Cartagena, Corleone I'm gone, do you smell aroma? [Bridge: French Montana] Drinkin', smoke a whole lot Know buy every bag I'ma buy the whole lot Your p**y wet, don't lie Oh my, oh my god [Hook: French Montana] Oh my god, oh my god Oh my god, oh my god Blocka, blocka, big up, big up It's the Coke Boy n***a with the A$AP Mob Oh my god, oh my god [Outro: French Montana] She love when I hit her with my robe on She love when I hit her with my gold on Poppin' pills, drink, get your roll on They don't love you 'til you're dead and gone Montana!