French Montana - Bring Dem Tings lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell Williams & French Montana] Montana I be like, nice P, you know What up P? Skateboard! Skate on these n***as [Chorus: Kid Daytona] When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho b**hes, I bring them chains Looking so expensive, rings and things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things [Verse 1: Pharrell] Maybe, you don't wanna f** with them bro Oh you high and they shooting, better get low Extort 'em, you ain't go no friends, oh They'll be f**ing with that a** like a nympho Chanel scarf like rainbow barf $1000 sip n***a, this ain't yo' cloth You ain't dripping n***a, that ain't no sauce I can see the noodles, that sh** made for poodles I'm thinking 'bout the LaFerrari coupe 1.8, the option is the roof Greens is a sicken to the youth Your goals are malnourished n***a, please spit the juice Y'all be Bape and I be human-made and Y'all be aping, I'm Richard Mille nation No diamonds, just turn beyond facing With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing [Chorus: Kid Daytona] When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho b**hes, I bring them chains Looking so expensive, rings and things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things [Verse 2: French Montana] Here's a little story about a kid from Morocco Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset f** a plug, we the outlet Child put me in a box, I'm in the box office All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller Shoot to k** her, canary quarterback , Steelers White villa from crack dealing Vanilla, garage like a dealer I k** 'em softly, Lauryn Hill 'em Get above 'em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I Had 'em on a needle, 45 plate Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet Alcatraz bars, crash cars Ain't no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off [Chorus: Kid Daytona] When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho b**hes, I bring them chains Looking so expensive, rings and things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things