French Montana - Dontchu lyrics

[Intro:] Don't push me down, God, push me. He kept on pushin' and pushin', he wanted to see how much he could push a human being. Then I fell like a bag of potatoes on Northern Avenue [Hook:] Baby why don't you You want a real n***a, don't you? Don't front, baby, don't you? Gon' keep it 100, baby don't you lie Don't you Gon' keep a hundred, baby don't you? I know you need a real n***a, don't you? Baby don't front, don't you [Verse:] Wish my money was a little taller, wish I was a baller Wish I had a b**h on stand, I could call her Count a hundred bands, we be f**in' 'til the morn' I'm a baller, baby You want a real n***a, baby Don't post me on your 'Gram, baby Gon' bust it wide open, baby, don't you Drop dead, blowin' smoke, baby don't you? Baby don't you, don't you lie Whippin' in the Benzo Never put me in the friend zone Montana, I'm the Don Dada Gucci suit with the brown collars Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ye, shimmy ye Walk up in the club with the hammer on my hip What up my G? We be's the hottest out in NYC Watch, run through, they gon' talk about it later I be playin' with the birds like the Falcons in Decatur Playin' with the 45, Blake that's my DJ Got work, 4, 5 states, call me Freeway Brick, shawty on the mick Gon' bend it over, bounce it back, I ain't picky From the project, grind 'til it heal Hundred proof, real ones sign and conceal If we started from the bottom I'll give you mine n***as want shine but they don't wanna grind You can tell from the haters, a n***a made it Car European and the suit tailored Hundred chains, Lambo Hangin' off the horse like Rambo [Hook x2]