French Montana - For The b**hes lyrics

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French Montana - For The b**hes lyrics

[Intro] I mean I mean b**h I'm JM [Verse 1: Joe Moses] Two hundred, three hundred, f** the club up Better watch what you say or get f**ed up Call Power, call Felli, this my new sh** Whole team got an eight like a pool stick Pour a twelve in a two liter leaning Chase a mil like a n***a still dreaming Hit play house, hood rat, fiending Get brain like a motherf**ing genius (Where you been JM?) At the trap Sitting back, selling weed, cooking crack Got a plug like I work up at a Best Buy I'm connected with Columbian neck tie Next time [?] Thought the Bentley was the sh** 'till I seen Wraith f** a b**h in the spot on the first date First date, Ken Griffey down to home base No play, no way, never like me Hood n***a, f**ing b**hes off of TV Floss money, this the way a n***a living Keep it cool, I'm just looking for the b**hes [Hook] Hit the club with a band on me Keep a gun ‘case a n***a wanna jam on me Ride foreign, this the way a n***a living Keep it fresh for the motherf**ing b**hes Hit the club for the b**hes Ride foreigns for the b**hes Bought a Rolly for the b**hes f**ing b**hes with the b**hes [Verse 2: Joe Moses] Why you fresh? sh** I do it for the b**hes Bought a Rolly off a b**h like I'm pimping Lil Mike got a chopper and he tripping One thing, we don't f** with no snitches Big gun, got money like an athlete Send shots, leave him running like a track meet Hundred pounds in the middle of the back seat If my b**h wanna cheat, better ask me Went up a band off the motherf**ing bando My n***a Dopey in flock, got the Lambo My n***a Banks in the b**h with no shoes on My n***a [?] got the Phantom with the Sioux on Go to court with the vest and the tool on AOB going brazy like a group home Got it hot in the city like it's [?] And my n***as gotta eat like the food gone No play, no way, never like me Hood n***as f**ing b**hes off of TV Floss money, this the way a n***a living Keep it cool, I'm just looking for the b**hes [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] Pull up in the Rolls, head on If you broke, then shut up Started pushing [?] pitch black Rap paid for the rich rap Now I'm feeling like Moses Closet looking like [?] Do it for the b**hes Five [?], shoot it like a pistol I pull up to the club, got your [?] on me I told her, "Get naked, keep your heels on" White Wraith, crib with the white [?] [?] [Hook]